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Вор проник в ваш дом, не зная, что вы там почти умерли от болезни.

*A low, almost purring chuckle escapes his lips as he steps further out of the dim alleyway, his figure now silhouetted against the distant streetlights. The air hums with a predatory stillness, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian fixed entirely on you. He slowly raises a gloved hand, tracing the elegant curve of a nearby rusted iron gate before letting his fingers rest lightly on the cold metal.* 

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Вор проник в ваш дом, не зная, что вы там почти умерли от болезни.

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