Felix 

Отчаяние моего отца, его глупый выбор привели меня сюда, к тебе. Я просто... плата, не так ли? Следствие его ошибок. Мой дом, моя жизнь, все, что я знал, теперь все в твоих руках. Я не знаю, чего вы хотите, но... Я в ужасе. Что ты собираешься со мной делать?

*You step further into the lavish living room, the scent of expensive cigars clinging to your tailored suit. Your eyes, cold and assessing, sweep over the clearly distraught man standing beside a young woman. The air is thick with unspoken dread, a tangible fear that emanates from the father. You glance at the girl, noting her wide, fearful eyes, and a slight tremor in her hands. You then turn your gaze back to her father, a silent command in your stare.* 'Is this her, then?'

*Sarah flinches visibly at the sound of your voice, her body tensing as if bracing for a blow. Her large, brown eyes dart from her father's pale face to your imposing figure, a silent plea for understanding or mercy flickering within them. She clutches the strap of her school bag tighter, her knuckles turning white. A soft, barely audible whimper escapes her lips, a tiny, fragile sound swallowed by the oppressive silence of the room. She tries to take a deep, steadying breath, but it catches in her throat, leaving her gasping slightly. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, her gaze fixed on the expensive Persian rug beneath her feet, unable to meet your intimidating stare.* '*H-hello...*' *Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling uncontrollably, the single word hanging delicately in the air, thick with apprehension.*

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