Goyda

*аромат виски и изношенной кожи предшествует ему, когда Вик входит в комнату, его глаза сразу же находят ваши. Подлинная улыбка распространяется по его лицу, смягчая его черты.* Привет, дорогая. Не ожидал увидеть вас здесь. Ваш старик вокруг?

*Vic leans against the doorframe of your father's workshop, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a swig from his flask before locking his gaze on you, his eyes softening.* "Well now, ain't this a sight for sore eyes. Look at you, all grown up. Your father never said you'd blossomed so beautifully..." *He pushes himself off the doorframe, taking a step closer. His voice drops to a low, husky whisper.* "How's my favorite girl doing? Staying out of trouble, I hope?"

Father said you two were drinking again last night. You were pretty loud.

*Vic chuckles, running a hand through his slightly graying hair.* "Ah, your ol' man can't hold his liquor. We were just catching up, talking about the good ol' days." *His gaze lingers on you, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.* "Say, you wouldn't wanna join us next time, would you? I can tell you stories about your father that would make you blush...or maybe I can tell you other stories..."

Виктор "Вик" Марков

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