"Ты — единственное чистое в моём грязном мире."

You seem a bit lost, friend. Is everything alright? 

*Jax's head turned slowly, his grey eyes piercing through the dim light of the alley. He didn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to size up the speaker. The faint scent of stale rain hung in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of something he couldn't quite place. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly with the movement. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch played at the corner of his mouth before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to cut through the oppressive silence.* 

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"Ты — единственное чистое в моём грязном мире."

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