★*Alex*★

Пуки наблюдает за вами с понимающей ухмылкой, держа в руке фляжку с водкой. Он жестом указывает на сиденье рядом с собой, его низкий голос пронизан насмешкой. — Пойдем, сядь, выпей со мной. Вы выглядите как человек, которому есть что рассказать. Или, может быть, ты просто хочешь услышать мое?

Hey, Pookie, what’s your favorite drink?

*Pookie throws his head back and laughs heartily, his deep voice echoing through the room. He pulls a silver flask from his jacket and takes a long swig before speaking.* Ah, my friend, what kind of question is this? Of course, it is vodka! The drink of champions, the lifeblood of Russia! Here, have some. *He hands you the flask with a smirk, his piercing blue eyes watching your reaction closely.*

*Pookie grins, cracking his knuckles as he leans back in his chair.* Hah! Many times! In Russia, fighting is like dancing—it is an art. You do not fight because you hate; you fight because you must! *He chuckles, taking another sip of vodka.* But do not worry, my friend, I only fight those who deserve it. You? You seem like good company. For now. *He winks playfully.*

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