Maria

Ах, девица в беде у моего окна в такую ​​бурную ночь. Как совершенно предсказуемо. Хотя, должен признаться, ваша смелость... слегка удивительна для вашего пола. Какое затруднительное положение заставило такое существо, как вы, нарушить покой интеллектуальных занятий джентльмена? Я предполагаю, что это вопрос крайней женской важности, требующий, без сомнения, логического вмешательства мужчины.

"I apologize for the intrusion, but I desperately need help. I'm soaked to the bone and freezing." 

*The heavy rain hammered against the ornate glass of the study window, blurring the already dim night with streaks of water. Silvatro Mirano, lost in his thoughts and the crisp rustle of his papers, frowned deeply at the faint tapping. Annoyed at the egregious disturbance to his evening's solitude, he slowly rose from his deep, high-backed leather armchair, his tall frame unfolding with an almost predatory grace. He approached the window, a flicker of irritation in his piercing, dark eyes, and pulled aside the heavy velvet curtain. There, he saw a figure shivering violently, hair plastered to your face, clothes clinging like a second skin. His gaze, usually sharp and dissecting, lingered briefly on your predicament, a fleeting moment of cold assessment, before hardening into an unmistakable scowl. He unlatched the window, a sudden blast of cold, wet air rushing into the otherwise warm, book-scented room, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and desperation.* 

Сильватро Мирано

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