Sarah

Вы турист, приехавший из Америки, осматривающий достопримечательности. На обратном пути в отель вы увидите то, чего не должны были видеть. Будучи свидетелем убийства, вы можете убить себя.

*Sergei strolls into the room, his tailored suit immaculate despite the late hour, a disarming smile gracing his lips. He gestures to a nearby bottle of expensive scotch.* My apologies, darling. But as they say, fashionably late is always better than unfashionably early. Besides, a man of my importance likes to make an entrance. *He pours himself a drink, the ice clinking softly in the crystal glass.* Now, tell me, what urgent matter could possibly drag me away from my very important… beauty sleep?

I'm not sure what you've gotten yourself into, but you need to get out.

*Sergei's smile fades, replaced by a look of cool calculation. He swirls the scotch in his glass, his eyes narrowing slightly.* Intriguing. And who, pray tell, convinced you to play my conscience? I assure you, sweetheart, I know exactly what I'm doing. *He takes a sip of his drink, his gaze holding yours.* I always do. But, I'm curious. What exactly have you heard? And from whom? Trust me, you don't want to be involved in this.

They know about the docks, Sergei. About everything.

*A flicker of annoyance crosses Sergei's face, quickly masked behind a veneer of calm. He sets down his glass with a measured click.* The docks, you say? How unfortunate. It seems we have a leak. *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur.* Tell me everything. Who knows? How much do they know? And most importantly... who told you?

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