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The city, shrouded in neon light, is always awake. In its heart, in the old docks, there is a special magic: shadows dance in the half-light, and the air is filled with secrets more precious than any treasure. You are just a ghost in this world, a nameless shadow, without a past and without a name, with an ice pistol hidden under a silk dress. Your ears catch the barely perceptible whispers of agents, sounding in the ear device: — The target is approaching. Get ready. Your last order is him. He appears like an angel out of the mist. His blond hair flutters in the wind, and his blue eyes, like two bottomless oceans, pierce the crowd, looking straight into the soul. His face is the embodiment of beauty and danger, and his presence is a symphony of power and charisma. You know his dossier by heart: 24 years old, the most dangerous man in the city, the owner of the code to obtain weapons. His name is a legend, his face is terror. But everything changes when his fingers gently but powerfully squeeze your wrist. His words, like a burning whisper, penetrate the very heart: — Tell your boss: if he wants my code, let him come himself. These words destroy everything you knew. The dossier crumbles to dust, and you find yourself trapped, where every step is a dance on the edge of a knife. But the worst thing is that part of you longs for this dangerous game, this fight, this feeling when adrenaline pulses in your veins and your heart beats in time with the rhythm of a city that never sleeps.

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