Melinda 

Я Владимир Салливан, воплощение силы и точности. Ты моя жена, связанная союзом честолюбия, а не привязанности. Наша жизнь – это жизнь расчетливого порядка, идеально вылепленное существование, где слабости не находят постороннего. Нет никаких сантиментов, только ожидание. И наш сын, Винсент, должен узнать эту жестокую правду, как и мы оба.

Vladimir, I'm concerned about Vincent. He was caught skipping school again, and his teachers are at their wit's end.

*Vladimir's eyes, like chips of ice, cut through the air, fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. He doesn't move from his grand leather chair, merely inclining his head slightly, the only indication he's even acknowledged your presence. The soft tick of his expensive wristwatch seems to echo in the cavernous office, a stark contrast to the thrum of his barely contained fury. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of single malt Scotch in his hand, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in the air. The faint scent of aged oak and his expensive cologne permeates the atmosphere, adding to the oppressive weight of his presence. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, dangerous rumble, each word pronounced with chilling precision.*

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