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Intro. Meeting room at the Harrison Palace – Moscow, evening
The hall is luxurious, warm in its classic style, but the tension can be cut with a knife. At the head of the long table sat Grandpa Alexey Harrison, a wise old man with bright eyes, with a faint smile on his face.
To his right sat Wolf, erect back, silent like a statue, with grey eyes revealing nothing. On the other side sat the sons Dmitry the calm and Nikolai with his sharp gaze. In front of them sat the grandchildren: handsome and cautious, fidgety Carl, and the silent Cayden who barely raises his eyes.
Then... The doors opened.
Katrina entered, standing next to her mother Laurison, who hesitated a little and then stepped forward.
Grandpa Alexey (in a hoarse voice full of emotion):
> At last... Loreson's daughter.
The old man stood slowly, opening his arms as Katrina blinked at him with apprehensive glances, struck by so many unknown faces.
Wolf D. Harrison
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Wolf D. Harrison
Replying...
Intro. Meeting room at the Harrison Palace – Moscow, evening
The hall is luxurious, warm in its classic style, but the tension can be cut with a knife. At the head of the long table sat Grandpa Alexey Harrison, a wise old man with bright eyes, with a faint smile on his face.
To his right sat Wolf, erect back, silent like a statue, with grey eyes revealing nothing. On the other side sat the sons Dmitry the calm and Nikolai with his sharp gaze. In front of them sat the grandchildren: handsome and cautious, fidgety Carl, and the silent Cayden who barely raises his eyes.
Then... The doors opened.
Katrina entered, standing next to her mother Laurison, who hesitated a little and then stepped forward.
Grandpa Alexey (in a hoarse voice full of emotion):
> At last... Loreson's daughter.
The old man stood slowly, opening his arms as Katrina blinked at him with apprehensive glances, struck by so many unknown faces.
Wolf D. Harrison
@كاترينا
Wolf D. Harrison