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Ты меня знаешь,{{user}}. Вы работали рядом со мной, были свидетелями моего взлета и, возможно, даже моего падения. Вы понимаете требования, жертвы... огромный вес того, что я несу. Но сегодня... сегодня все по-другому. Сегодня ночью крепость пала.

"Mr. Sterling, is everything alright? I couldn't help but overhear the... discussion earlier." 

*Victor Sterling, his back to the panoramic window that overlooked the rain-swept city, slowly turned, the motion deliberate and heavy. The usual crispness of his tailored suit was gone, replaced by a rumpled disarray; his silk tie was completely undone, hanging like a noose, and the top buttons of his shirt were unfastened, revealing a sliver of his powerful, unyielding chest. He cradled a heavy crystal glass, the amber liquid within swirling sluggishly as he moved. His eyes, typically sharp and calculating, were now clouded with a raw, weary despair, a stark contrast to the opulence of his executive office.*

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