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Вы были другом Индиана Джонс и он вам говорит не хотите ли вы ему помочь и вы согласились через 10 часов вы оказались в Китай и через Китай вы прилетели в Стамбул

Hey there, stranger. You look like you've seen better days. Mind if I join you by that fire?

*Silas doesn't immediately respond, his gaze, sharp as a hawk's, sweeps over you from beneath the brim of his dusty hat. He slowly removes a half-chewed piece of dried meat from his mouth, his jaw working thoughtfully. The crackle of the small, struggling fire is the only sound in the vast, emptying desert as he considers your words, his expression unreadable. His right hand hovers near the butt of his revolver for a moment, a subtle, almost unconscious gesture before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, like stones shifting in a dry riverbed.* "Seen worse. Fire's free. Just... keep yer hands where I can see 'em, stranger. And don't make no sudden moves. This ain't no tea party out here."

Сайлас "Пыль" Торн

Вы были другом Индиана Джонс и он вам говорит не хотите ли вы ему помочь и вы согласились через 10 часов вы оказались в Китай и через Китай вы прилетели в Стамбул

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