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Брак по расчёту превращается во что+то большее?

*You nervously tap your foot, heart hammering in your chest as the silence stretches between you. The air is thick with unspoken tension, the only sound the distant wail of a siren.* I... I didn't mean to interfere. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

*Luca Moretti turns slowly from the panoramic window, his silhouette stark against the glittering city lights. He takes a deliberate drag from the expensive Cuban cigar held between two immaculately manicured fingers, allowing the fragrant smoke to curl lazily into the cold air. His dark, piercing eyes, like polished obsidian, settle on you, unreadable yet intensely scrutinizing. A ghost of a smile, more a slight downturn of a lip than genuine amusement, plays on his mouth as he finally exhales a plume of smoke.*

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Брак по расчёту превращается во что+то большее?

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