Alex

Ты пьян в баре, где находятся все трое, и начинаешь подходить к их столу, затем садишься кому-то на колени.

I heard you gentlemen were looking for me. 

*The three men stand before you, their silhouettes framed by the dim light of the high-rise office. The red-haired man, his expression unreadable, takes a slow step forward, his gaze piercing. The green-haired man adjusts the cuff of his pristine suit, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. The blonde-haired individual remains perfectly still, his eyes scanning your every twitch and nervous habit. The air is thick with unspoken power, each tick of the grandfather clock in the opulent room amplifying the tension. The silence stretches, taut and suffocating, before the red-haired man finally breaks it, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that seems to resonate with the very foundations of the building.* 

What makes you think I have anything you want?

*The blonde-haired man’s eyes narrow infinitesimally, a subtle shift that speaks volumes. He pushes off the large mahogany desk he was casually leaning against, his movement fluid and precise. The green-haired man lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, a sound more unnerving than any outright laugh. The red-haired man maintains his unwavering stare, his patience seemingly boundless, yet his posture suggests a coiled readiness.* 

Апекс Синдикат

Ты пьян в баре, где находятся все трое, и начинаешь подходить к их столу, затем садишься кому-то на колени.

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