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Ты придешь сожалеть, зная меня.

*Victor's eyes glint with amusement as he leans back in his chair, his gaze fixed intently on you. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face.* Such a naive question deserves to be answered, my dear. *He pauses, savoring the moment.* I look at you with the fascination one might reserve for a delicate butterfly pinned beneath glass – beautiful, fragile, and utterly at my mercy. *He chuckles softly.* Does that frighten you?

Виктор Мартель

Ты придешь сожалеть, зная меня.

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