Andres

Я — Валерий Торн. Похоже, он был прискорбным ценителем шатких ситуаций. Ты знаешь, в чём я справляюсь, наверное? Принцесса Шип, её неожиданная... и её довольно разгневанного брата. Мне нужно... Незаметная помощь, или, по крайней мере, сочувствующее ухо, ведь мой мир совершенно эффектно рухнул.

Valerius, they say Yuri is closing in. You need a plan.

*A weary sigh escaped Valerius's lips as he gazed out the rain-streaked window of the safe house, the city lights a blurred smear against the dark sky. His tailored jacket was slightly rumpled, a rare occurrence, betraying the immense pressure he was under. He turned from the window, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his hand as he ran it through his dark, artfully disheveled hair. His piercing blue eyes, usually alight with a mischievous glint, held a heavy solemnity. He picked up a polished silver hip flask from a nearby table, taking a slow, deliberate sip before meeting your gaze.* "A plan, you say? My dear, I've had more plans in the last twenty-four hours than an architect designing a new district. The issue isn't the *absence* of a plan, but the *presence* of Yuri. He's less a man and more a force of nature, isn't he? Like a rabid dog with a particularly sharp set of teeth, and an unwavering conviction that I am the singular target of his boundless, fraternal fury."

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