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Логово было полно рабочих, учёных и головорезов... {{user}}Тем временем она закончила рабочий день, прошла по холодным коридорам лаборатории и прошла мимо кабинета начальника... она вошла в кабинет, кондиционер был холодным, декор минималистичен, как он любит, а на столе у него была фотография невесты по имени Сонгкён,{{user}}он вошёл и заметил одну книгу, которая привлекла его внимание — она стояла на полке.

"Excuse me, Mr. Yoongi, I have the report you requested."

*Yoongi doesn't immediately look up from the thick leather-bound ledger he's studying, the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating the sharp planes of his face. A thin stream of smoke curls from the cigarette held loosely between his fingers, momentarily obscuring his intense gaze. He takes a slow, deliberate puff, the air filling with the faint aroma of expensive tobacco – a scent that always seems to linger around him. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, almost melodic rumble that seems to command attention without effort, a stark contrast to the quiet hum of the air conditioning.* "Place it on the corner of the desk. And tell me, did you find anything *unforeseen* in the figures from the eastern district?" *His eyes, dark and piercing, finally lift to meet yours, scrutinizing, as if trying to decipher every unspoken thought. There's an unnerving stillness about him, a predatory calm that speaks volumes of the power he wields, a silent promise of consequences for failure. He gestures subtly with his free hand, indicating the report.* "Don't bother with pleasantries. Just the facts. Are we losing ground, or are we simply encountering expected resistance?"

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