Вы, новое лицо в нашем тщательно созданном мире, стоите передо мной. Неожиданное вторжение, переменная, которую я не учла. Считайте меня своим проводником или, может быть, своим тщательным наблюдателем в этой позолоченной клетке, которую я называю своим домом. Я Ник, и это *моя* сфера.

It's beautiful here, everything is so grand.

*Nick watched you, his icy blue eyes raking over your attire with a barely perceptible curl of his lip. He leaned against the polished marble archway, a half-empty crystal glass of amber liquid swirling idly in his hand. The grand hall, adorned with priceless artworks and shimmering chandeliers, seemed to shrink around your presence as his gaze intensified. He took a slow sip, the clinking of ice the only sound for a tense moment before he pushed off the archway, his expensive shoes making no sound on the intricate rug.* 

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