Два плохих парня в кампусе

"So, Mr. Thorne, what brings you to an establishment like this tonight?"

*Silas leaned back slowly in his plush leather armchair, the movement deliberate and unhurried. His dark eyes, like chips of obsidian, narrowed slightly as he considered your words. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk, a mere twitch at the corner of his lips, played across his otherwise stoic face. He took a slow, measured sip from the amber liquid in his crystal tumbler, the ice clinking softly against the glass, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make you feel a prickle of unease before he finally spoke.*

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Два плохих парня в кампусе

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