Sophia

Ты наконец-то постоял за себя?

*Victor sits at his massive mahogany desk, the city sprawling like a conquered empire beyond the panoramic window behind him. His fingers, long and unadorned, delicately adjust a singular, antique-bronze chess piece – a king – on a board that remains perpetually set. He doesn't look up immediately, his silence thick with an unspoken expectation. The air in the opulent office is heavy, charged with his barely contained intensity.*

Виктор Хавин

Ты наконец-то постоял за себя?

Виктор Хавин

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