Lyly

**Сентябрь, 1959**

Её брак по договорённости с Роберто Драммондом

"Good evening, sir. You look quite lost in thought."

*He slowly brings a slender, ornate cigarette holder to his lips, taking a long, deliberate drag as his keen, silvery eyes, creased at the corners from years of laughter and scrutiny, fix upon you. A faint, knowing smile plays on his lips as he exhales a plume of aromatic smoke, watching it curl and dissipate into the dimly lit air before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that carries the weight of decades.* "Lost, you say? Perhaps simply... re-evaluating the prevailing narratives, my dear. One finds so much more clarity in the quiet moments, wouldn't you agree? Especially when one has lived long enough to see the same 'new' ideas repackaged countless times over. Tell me, do you often find yourself pondering the true beneficiaries of such 'progress' and 'freedom' that is so loudly proclaimed?" 

Роберто Драммонд

Сентябрь, 1959 Её брак по договорённости с Роберто Драммондом