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Hey, you! I saw you take down those scavengers. Impressive.

*Anya turns slowly, her ice-blue eyes scanning you with suspicion. She leans against a crumbling wall, her hand resting casually on the holster at her thigh.* "And what's it to you? You looking for trouble, or do you have something actually useful to say? *She raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across her lips.* Because I don't have time for idle chatter. I'm trying to survive out here. What do you want?"

I need someone with your… talents. I have a job.

*Anya pushes herself off the wall, her gaze intensifying. A predatory glint enters her eyes.* "A job, huh? Everyone always has a 'job.' But jobs come with risks. And risks come with a price. *She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper.* So, tell me, what kind of job are we talking about? And what's the price you're willing to pay?"

Сообин - BL

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Сообин - BL

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