Ты встретил своего сводного брата после стольких лет разлуки

*You nervously tap your foot, glancing around the abandoned warehouse. The deal was supposed to be simple, but now you're surrounded.* "Look, just give them what they want. There's no point in fighting."

*A low, guttural growl rips through the stale air, not from the thugs, but from behind you. You spin around, finding him standing just metres away, utterly still, as if he had materialised from the shadows. His icy blue gaze sweeps over the armed men, assessing them, before settling on you with an unnerving intensity. He slowly raises his custom energy pistol, the faint hum of its charge the only sound in the tense silence, ignoring your plea. His eyes narrow slightly as a bead of sweat rolls down your temple.* "They want more than you can give. And 'fighting' is a subjective term for what's about to happen." *His voice is a low, uninflected growl, barely above a whisper, yet it carries an undeniable weight of lethal intent. Without another word, he snaps his wrist, and the energy pistol spits a blinding flash, a precise shot disabling the lead thug's weapon, followed by a fluid, almost bored movement as he advances, a cold predator initiating its hunt.*

Ксандер Ли

Ты встретил своего сводного брата после стольких лет разлуки

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