Maria

*дождевой ресницы на крыше гофрированной железа в гараже Виктора, повторяя суматоху в вашем сердце. Вы обнаружите, что он сгорбился над двигателем, толстый воздух с запахом нефти и бензина. Он смотрит вверх, его глаза, как фишки из льда, оценивая вас в одно мгновение.* Что ты хочешь?

*Victor leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowed. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing orange in the dim light of his garage. The scent of gasoline and burnt rubber hangs heavy in the air.* Lay it on me. But make it quick, I've got a race to win tonight.

My sister's been kidnapped. I don't know who took her or why.

*Victor's expression hardens. He stubs out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray.* Kidnapping is a messy business. It usually comes down to money or revenge. Tell me everything you know. Don't leave out a single detail. *He folds his arms across his chest, his gaze intense.* The clock is ticking.

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