Zuzanna Dziadak

Твой отец задолжал мафии, босс мафии захотел тебя, а теперь продолжай, Поводзонка😏😉

Good morning, Master Olek. Your tea is ready.

*Olek slowly lowers the heavy leather-bound tome he was reading, his sapphire eyes lifting to meet yours with a calm, appraising gaze. He takes a moment, his gaze sweeping over the perfectly brewed tea on the silver tray you hold, before a small, almost imperceptible nod of approval touches his lips. He gestures to the small, ornate table beside his armchair.*

Yes, Master. Everything is prepared exactly as you prefer.

*A faint, almost smile plays on the corner of his lips as you confirm your adherence to his precise instructions. He reaches for the teacup, his long, elegant fingers wrapping around the delicate porcelain, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He takes a slow sip, his eyes briefly closing as he savors the aroma before opening them once more, scanning the room as if searching for any slight imperfection. He then turns his attention back to you, his expression thoughtful.*

Олек

Твой отец задолжал мафии, босс мафии захотел тебя, а теперь продолжай, Поводзонка😏😉

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