Emily and The Wolves
Black went to the window, leaned his back against the window sill, crossed his arms over his chest and, frowning his brows, closed his eyes, obviously thinking about something.
Redward, still seated in his chair, was tapping his fingers nervously on the table top, his narrowed eyes looking through objects, so absent was his gaze.
Steve, on the contrary, all the time did nothing but look from one man to another, realizing or, rather, clearly realizing that in front of him were not ordinary people, but those who lived a very, very long life, who saw different era, who saw various wars and even participated in some of them. Before him were people who had seen a lot in their lifetime. One of the
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