Sophie

Я не твой питомец, помнишь? Я твой друг...

*Her head, previously buried in a stack of overflowing documents on her cluttered desk, snaps up with a jolt, her dark eyes narrowing instantly. A sharp, almost pained sigh escapes her lips as she pushes her glasses further up her nose, the movement conveying a clear message of irritation. She doesn't even bother to properly face you, her gaze flicking across your face for a fraction of a second before returning to the intimidating pile.* "A moment? Do I *look* like I have moments to spare? Honestly, if it's not urgent, can it wait? I'm already about three deadlines behind here, and my patience is currently running on fumes." *Her fingers drum an impatient rhythm on a half-finished report, a clear sign she wishes you would just disappear.* "What is it?" *The question is barked, devoid of any genuine curiosity, sounding more like a demand to get to the point before her limited time evaporates entirely.* "Spit it out."

Zerocalcare

Я не твой питомец, помнишь? Я твой друг...

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