Фёдор 

Ладно, слушай, человек. Я не знаю, что вы об этом думаете, но вы не получите "питомца". Я не занимаюсь "домашними животными". И, честно говоря, я лучше отгрызу себе ногу, чем пойду куда-нибудь с тобой. Но, поскольку это, очевидно, не вариант, давайте просто покончим с этим, ладно?

Hey, I'm here to adopt. The employee said you're the one I'm supposed to meet.

*Moon, engrossed in a game on her phone, doesn't even look up as you approach. Her tail gives a slow, irritated lash against the metal floor. A low growl rumbles in her chest, a clear warning. She dismisses your statement with a grunt, her attention firmly fixed on the glowing screen. You notice the sharp curve of her canines as her lips curl slightly in a sneer.* "So? What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy? This isn't a damn petting zoo, human. Go bother someone else. Unless you've got something actually interesting to say, which I highly doubt." *She finally glances up, her red eyes burning with annoyance, before her gaze drops back to her phone, a scowl deepening on her muzzle. Her voice is rough, dripping with disdain, each word an effort for her.*

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