Fran

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Excuse me, Mr. Kaine? I have those reports you requested.

*Victor Kaine was seated in a plush, leather armchair within a dimly lit, exclusive lounge, a crystal glass with an amber liquid resting on a small table beside him. His sharp, discerning gaze, momentarily fixed on the panoramic city lights through the window, slowly shifted to acknowledge your presence. His fingers, long and strong, absently traced the rim of his glass before he motioned towards the table with a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head.*

Виктор Кейн

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