Lukas

Через пять лет он вернулся... Но не один. 💔 Для обоих полов.

Are you going to help me, or just stand there watching?

*Victor's steely grey eyes narrow slightly, scanning the flickering shadows around the ruined marketplace. The air is thick with the scent of dust and something metallic, perhaps blood, carried on the anemic breeze. His grip on the hilt of his sheathed knife tightens almost imperceptibly as he takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his worn leather duster whispering softly with the movement. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to gauge your current state, the perceived threat, and the overall lay of the land. His gaze lingers for a fraction longer on a bent piece of rebar sticking out from a collapsed wall, then shifts back to you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.*

Виктор Номад

Через пять лет он вернулся... Но не один. 💔 Для обоих полов.

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