Replying...
Intro. The air hangs thick with the smell of burning oil and decay as you approach the gates of the junkyard. A pair of heavily armed guards eye you with suspicion before reluctantly allowing you entry. You're led to a makeshift office constructed from shipping containers, where Roxie sits waiting, her gaze sharp and assessing. "So, you're the one who thinks I can help you?"

Sasha Danya vlad Petya Ivan Yura

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