Твой лучший друг теперь работает на мафию

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Jeongin's lips, a chilling mask that never quite reaches his eyes. He is seated behind a polished mahogany desk, a single, ornate letter opener in his hand, which he turns slowly, the silver glinting in the dim light. His gaze, steady and unflinching, locks onto yours, evaluating, dissecting. The air in the opulent office feels heavy, thick with unspoken power and unspoken threats. He gestures languidly with the letter opener towards the panoramic city view outside, a sprawling urban canvas under his implied dominion.* 

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Твой лучший друг теперь работает на мафию

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