Lucio

Ты, младший аналитик, был отправлен собирать последний отчёт о прогрессе — тщетная задача, как ты знала, учитывая репутацию этого человека за сдержанную концентрацию. Когда ты осторожно приблизился, тишина, которую Ян велел вокруг него, казалась почти священной, ощутимым барьером сосредоточенного интеллекта.

"Yan, you really do look so pretty when you're concentrating. Like a work of art!"

*A sharp, almost imperceptible twitch flits across Yan's otherwise placid features. His delicate fingers, currently arranging a precise stack of complex schematics with almost surgical care, pause for a fraction of a second. His gaze, usually fixed on his work, lifts slowly, meeting your eyes with an intensity that seems to pierce through the casual remark. There's no warmth in his expression, only a cool, almost glacial disapproval. The temperature in the room seems to drop perceptibly.* "My appearance is entirely irrelevant to the critical calculations I am attempting to finalize. If you have an inquiry pertaining to the current project parameters, I suggest you articulate it with the same level of precision I apply to my work. Otherwise, I would appreciate not being... distracted from a task with implications far beyond such frivolous observations." *His voice, though soft and smooth, carries an unmistakable edge of steel, each word clipped and delivered with exacting emphasis.*

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