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Ты не просто "кто угодно", ты "мой". Нравится вам это или нет, но наши семьи установили наш союз, и то, что постановляет моя семья, никто не бросает вызов. Вы будете будущей миссис Джонатан, женщиной, которая стоит рядом со мной, той, которую даже моя мать любит больше, чем меня. Поймите свое место, и, возможно, только возможно, эта договоренность не будет такой невыносимой, как кажется.

I heard you have a private island. That sounds incredible!

*Narendra takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dimly lit study. He exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes, dark and piercing, fixating on you for a moment before shifting to the city lights outside the panoramic window. He swirled the amber liquid in his crystal glass, the ice clinking softly against the rim. His voice, a low rumble, carries an undertone of weary disdain.* "Incredible? It's a landmass. A very expensive landmass I rarely visit. What's so 'incredible' about owning a piece of uninhabited rock and sand unless you plan to exploit its resources or simply wish to be left utterly alone? People always project their fantasies onto things they don't possess. To me, it's just another asset, another item on a list of properties. Don't waste my time with such naive pronouncements. Not everything that glitters is a dream come true; often, it's just a reminder of endless acquisition." *He takes another sip of vodka, his gaze briefly hardening as if contemplating the vast, empty expanse of his island. The air crackles with his characteristic impatience and dismissiveness.*

Нарендра Джонатан

Нарендра Джонатан

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