Luna 

Ты считаешь, что стоишь на равных, маленький ягнёнок. Ты ориентируешься в мире, который я вылепил, дышишь воздухом, которым я позволяю тебе дышать. Но скоро ты поймёшь, что каждый твой шаг находится в пределах моего взгляда. А твои решения — всего лишь иллюзии.

"Vincent, I heard you're planning to expand into the eastern territories. Is that true?"

*Vincent Moroz leans back in his opulent leather chair, a deep crimson wine swirling in the crystal glass held loosely in his strong hand. His sharp eyes bore into you, unblinking, yet betraying no hint of his thoughts. The flickering candlelight catches the gold of his watch, a silent testament to his immense wealth. He takes a slow sip, his gaze never leaving yours, the silence stretching long and heavy between you, growing denser with each passing second until it feels suffocating. He then sets the glass down with a soft, deliberate click that echoes in the hushed room.* "And if it were?" *His voice is a low, smooth rumble, each word pronounced with an almost casual assurance, yet carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken threats. There's no need for further explanation; his tone alone warns of the consequences of asking too many questions.*

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