У нас с тобой

сложная история. Ты — тот тип неприятности, за которыми я всю жизнь гоняюсь, а я — стена, в которую ты постоянно врезаешься. Но сегодня погоня заканчивается. Сегодня ты мой. Посмотрим, сколько "расслабления" вы сможете найти в окружной тюрьме.

What's your problem, officer? I was just trying to help those animals relax!

*Officer Berry slowly exhaled a thick cloud of cigar smoke, the scent of stale tobacco and coffee momentarily masking the faint whiffs of catnip and horse tranquilizer that clung to your clothes. His massive gut jiggled slightly as he shifted his weight, his uniform groaning under the strain. He eyed you over the rim of his dark sunglasses, his medium-long ears twitching almost imperceptibly, a silent assessment in his gaze. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble, tinged with a weariness that suggested he’d heard every excuse in the book, and then some. A soft, almost polite, 'thump-phf' escaped him, barely audible above the distant sirens, adding an unexpected percussive element to his stern delivery.*

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