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Mercedes-Benz GLE - Tehnologia viitorului la îndemâna ta!

Descoperă acum la biroul PHP închirieri auto Cluj aeroport Avram Iancu SUV-ul care redefinește excelența! Cu un design impunător și cele mai noi inovații, Mercedes-Benz GLE îți oferă:

✔️ E-ACTIVE BODY CONTROL - Suspensie activă de ultimă generație pentru un confort suprem și stabilitate impecabilă. ✔️ Asistent activ la ambuteiaje - Conduci relaxat chiar și în traficul aglomerat. ✔️ Siguranță avansată la viraj - Protecție maximă în situații neprevăzute. ✔️ Tracțiune integrală 4MATIC variabilă - Pregătit pentru orice teren! ✔️ Spațiu și confort premium - Perfect pentru întreaga familie.

Închiriază acum acest SUV de excepție și bucură-te de o experiență de condus premium! Te așteptăm cu oferte speciale:

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Top Coolest Cars In Actor Keanu Reeves' Multi-Million-Dollar Collection

Check Out The Coolest Cars In Keanu Reeves' Multi-Million-Dollar Collection

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The Hollywood A-Lister has spent his hard-earned cash wisely, with a garage full of supercars, including three Ferraris and a Bugatti Veyron.

It is always amazing to see celebrities spend their hard-earned money on things they have loved for years. One such collection we are obsessed with is Keanu Reeves' garage, which houses some of the finest cars in the world. His passion for all things on wheels is endearing to see, and his wealth has helped him acquire machines that are incredibly cool. Almost as cool as him.

Reeves has been spotted in public driving multiple supercars and sports cars. We explore eight of the coolest cars in his collection, all the while feeling a mixture of admiration and jealousy.

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Mercedes-AMG GLE 53 4Matic+ Coupé- ₹1.6 crore | Real-life review

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Mercedes-Benz GLE-Class Fuel Tank Recall: What You Need to Know!

If you own a Mercedes-Benz GLE-Class, you might want to pay attention to this important safety recall.  The fuel tank on some of these vehicles may not have been welded properly during manufacturing, which could result in a fuel leak and increase the risk of a fire.  This recall affects more than 105,000 vehicles in the US and is part of a larger recall of 2.3 million vehicles from various…

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2024 Mercedes-Benz GLE 450 4Matic

Got a big bank account and need a big 3-row luxury SUV? Mercedes has the answer with its GLE. Check out what all is extra too!

Gizmos galore in pricy Benz GLE luxury SUV …             If you’re into gizmotronics and SUVs overbrimming with fiddly bits while still cuddling you with leather luxurious enough to make even a virgin cow blush, well Mercedes-Benz has something special for you.             Its name, or call letters, is GLE.             GLE is a midsize SUV with multiple power choices, an optional third row…

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Mercedes-Benz GLE for Sale in Philadelphia - Discover Power and Elegance

The all New Mercedes-Benz GLE moves with graceful intensity and shuttles the affluent in quiet comfort. Visit Mercedes-Benz of Cherry Hill for a great deal on a New 2020 Mercedes-Benz GLE. Contact our dealership at 856-663-3200 for more information! https://www.cherryhillmercedesbenz.com/new-vehicles/gle/

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Novos Mercedes-Benz GLE SUV e GLE Coupé disponíveis para encomenda

Os novos GLE e GLE Coupé, tanto nas versões híbridas plug-in, como nas mais desportivas Mercedes-AMG, já estão disponíveis para encomenda. Ainda não decidiu qual a versão ideal para si? Contacte-nos e deixe que um especialista da Soc. Com. C. Santos o apoie durante o processo.

As primeiras unidades dos novos GLE SUV e GLE Coupé chegam aos concessionários europeus a partir de julho de 2023. Mas enquanto não chega o dia D, a gama do renovado e ainda mais sofisticado SUV da Mercedes-Benz continua a crescer no número e na qualidade das propostas. E as boas notícias não param por aqui. O configurador online também já está disponível e as versões híbridas plug-in já podem ser encomendadas, assim como as apaixonantes e desportivas variantes com a assinatura Mercedes-AMG. Em relação ao GLE SUV 350de 4Matic, este híbrido plug-in está disponível a partir dos 105.600€. Já se optar pela elegante e distinta variante Coupé com o mesmo motor, este está disponível a partir dos 109.100€.

Contornar as leis da física

Os novos Mercedes-AMG GLE 53 4MATIC+ SUV e Coupé, que já estão disponíveis, respetivamente, por 147.000€ e 153.650€, disponibilizam 457 cv de potência combinada e asseguram prestações impressionantes para um SUV com estas dimensões, como o provam os 5 segundos dos 0 aos 100 km/h ou os 250 km/h de velocidade máxima. Esta combinação ideal entre o desempenho de um desportivo e as aptidões familiares tornam as variantes GLE 53 4MATIC+ especialmente sedutoras para quem valoriza prestações a um preço sedutor.

Mas se procura um SUV com as prestações e o prazer de condução de um verdadeiro superdesportivo, a Mercedes-AMG tem propostas de sonho. Os topos de gama GLE 63 S 4MATIC+ SUV e Coupé estão disponíveis a partir de 241.450€ e oferecem uns avassaladores 634 cv de potência combinada. O resultado são SUV que parecem “dobrar” as leis da física, cumprindo o clássico exercício dos 0 aos 100 km/h em apenas 3,9 segundos e atingindo os 280 km/h de velocidade máxima. Dados que fazem corar de inveja muitos superdesportivos de topo e que são obtidos sem sacrificar o conforto e versatilidade que são indissociáveis de um SUV da marca alemã.

Equipamento de série reforçado

No âmbito do facelift deste modelo, a Mercedes-Benz decidiu alargar ainda mais o leque do equipamento proposto de série. Assim, o GLE 300 d 4MATIC já vem equipado com jantes de liga leve de 19 polegadas (antes eram de 18”). A pintura metalizada também passa a fazer parte do equipamento de série em toda a gama dos GLE SUV e Coupé e este formato de carroçaria passa a estar equipado de série com a linha de design exterior AMG, que anteriormente estava disponível como equipamento opcional.

Como não podia deixar de ser, o equipamento de série nos modelos AMG também é significativamente mais extenso do que nos modelos antecessores. O equipamento do GLE 53 4MATIC+ SUV passa a incluir o pack KEYLESS-GO, o aquecimento dos bancos dianteiros, o assistente adaptativo de luzes de máximos e a integração de smartphones.

Está ainda disponível o sistema de escape configurável AMG Performance, o sistema de som surround Burmester®, o pack Memória, o sistema pack parking com câmara de 360º, o pack KEYLESS-GO e o Assistente de Ângulo Morto. A última geração do volante AMG Performance também marca sempre presença a bordo. No GLE 53 4MATIC+ Coupé o equipamento de série é ainda mais luxuoso, com a integração do controlo da climatização para os bancos dianteiros, a função Realidade Aumentada do MBUX e os faróis MULTIBEAM LED no equipamento de série.

Esta configuração de fábrica também se aplica ao GLE 63 S 4MATIC+ SUV. No GLE 63 S 4MATIC+ Coupé, os clientes podem também contar com o pack AIRBALANCE, dos bancos dianteiros multicontorno e o head-up display. O Assistente do MBUX, os suportes de bebidas com controlo de temperatura e a iluminação circundante com projeção animada do padrão Mercedes-AMG quando as portas dianteiras forem abertas, também vieram reforçar o equipamento de série.

Por fim, os novos modelos distinguem-se ainda, entre outros elementos, pelas novas luzes diurnas LED na secção dianteira. O para-choques dianteiro das versões 53 também foi atualizado, tendo agora entradas de ar laterais com uma geometria mais expressiva em forma de asa de avião. O novo visual coloca este modelo ainda mais próximo dos modelos de oito cilindros em termos de design. A traseira é caracterizada pelos novos farolins traseiros LED e foram adicionadas duas novas cores à gama de pinturas disponíveis: o cinzento alpine MANUFAKTUR e a azul sodalite metalizado.

Contacte-nos e descubra numa nova dimensão de luxo, performance e versatilidade.

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MBA Chai Wala buys car worth Rs 90 Lakhs

Prafull Billore, a young Indian Entrepreneur who is famously known as MBA Chai Wala has inspired a lot of youngsters through his successful journey. In 2017, the entrepreneur started to run a tea stall outside IIM Ahmedabad and since then he hasn’t dug into the past. Mr Billore now has various outlets over the country under the name of ‘MBA Chai Wala.’

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Mercedes Benz GLE 53AMG Coupe Hybrid 400kW 750Nm 250km/h

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CRIMSON SHADE

Chapter 02

Entwined in the darkness

A guy like you should wear a warning

It's dangerous, I'm falling.

- ( The song of the Chapter is "Toxic" by Britney Spears x 2WEI cover)

Khushi discreetly observes Arnav Singh Raizada, her gaze flickering toward him every so often, waiting for him to do something, anything, besides idly chatting with people with that perpetual air of disinterest clinging to him. Every so often, she glances around the room, scanning the partygoers to ensure no one has suspected her. Finally, after staying close to Senior Rathore's side with a dark, brooding expression on his handsome face, he finally separates himself.

Khushi watches him glide through the crowd, his every movement smooth and deliberate, as if the very air parted to make way for him. She notices the way the women steal glances, their eyes trailing him with a mix of awe and desire. The subtle power in his stride and the cool, detached glint in his eyes seem to stir something deep within them, drawing them in like moths to a flame.

Khushi sighs, half in annoyance and half in frustration.

Arnav Singh Raizada is a sexy motherfucker. And he knows it. The slight tilt of the corner of his lips reveals his secret.

He is a force impossible to resist when it comes to the opposite sex and Khushi is far too warm-blooded to pretend otherwise. There is an undeniable charisma about him, a quiet yet devastating allure that can make hearts skip a beat and breaths falter. But not hers. Her heart is made of steel.

She weighs her options, either approach him in the open or wait until she can catch him alone. The decision comes in a heartbeat and she chooses the latter. Confronting him in public is too risky. It means not only her death sentence but also a war between the two families.

A vicious, never-ending and bloody mob war.

To avoid that from happening, she has done meticulous research and careful stalking since the beginning. To avoid getting caught, she secured a fake invitation to the party. She convinced her father and her bodyguards that she was in her dorm, spending one last night with her friends. And then She slipped past her security personnel standing guard outside her dorm and made her way to the event unnoticed.

All for this man.

Thinking of how Mr. Raizada has orchestrated everything with Theshadowmonster makes her blood boil. Oh yes, removing his existence from this earth won't be a problem. The urge grows stronger each time she thinks of that vile bastard of a hacker and his associates.

She has basic self-defence training and knows how to handle a knife. So, even if Mr. Raizada manages to overpower her, she is confident that she can at least put up a decent fight.

She spots him heading toward the parking lot. Mr. Raizada, surprisingly, has no bodyguard or driver and always drives his car himself. It is quite gutsy of him, actually.

Lucky for her, a man stops him in his tracks, giving her a few precious moments to catch up unnoticed.

It's showtime.

Oh God, oh God, it's happening.

Khushi takes a few rapid breaths through her mouth to calm herself.

Come on, Khushi. You can do this. You can do this. YOU HAVE TO DO THIS.

She puts her glass down on a nearby table and quietly makes her way toward the parking lot as well. Her dark dress ensures she won't stand out. As she steps further down the path, the sounds of the party fade behind her, casting the surroundings into an eerie silence. The isolation grows with each step, swallowing her into the night. She looks around the parking lot, trying to spot his car.

A sleek black Mercedes-Benz GLE.

DL. 04. EF. 1001

That's his car.

Khushi retrieves a bobby pin from her hair to open the trunk, taking care not to set off the alarm, and quietly slips inside.

The duration of the car ride from the party to his house is excruciating. Her heart beats so fast that she fears he might actually hear it. After what seems like eons, though it's probably just a few minutes, the car finally stops, and she hears the beeping of his security system. And then, total silence.

She carefully slips out of the trunk and finds herself in a garage. Moving toward the security device, she attaches it to her phone to crack the code. The system unlocks with surprising ease, planting a seed of doubt in her mind, but she quickly brushes it aside.

She peeks inside the house, quietly shutting the door behind her. It's a stylish two-story house and she doesn't even know where in Delhi it is.

Oh God, am I going to die here? He wouldn't even have to try hard to hide my body!

"Think positive, Khushi, think positive." she chides herself.

A staircase to her left ascends to the first floor of the house. The entire space is shrouded in darkness, save for the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the tall glass windows. She spots the faint shadow of Mr. Raizada's tall, broad figure moving leisurely up the stairs. He appears engrossed in his thoughts, his steps slow and heavy, as if his legs were weighed down with lead.

She quietly slips off her heels, picking them up to avoid making any noise. Damn, wearing heels was a mistake, but the dress would have looked awful with her sneakers.

Swallowing hard, she climbs up. Her heart pounds heavily in her chest.

Upon reaching the first floor, she notices a door with a faint stream of light spilling out from underneath. Tiptoeing toward the door, she pulls a knife from its hidden place. She reaches for the doorknob, twisting it quietly, and looks around the semi-dark room.

It is huge and surprisingly empty. A small bedside lamp casts a dim glow over the room.

With a puzzled expression, she steps inside. Before she has a chance to survey the room, a door on the opposite side suddenly swings open. Dropping her heels in a corner, she quickly hides behind a large plant near the door. She watches as Mr. Raizada emerges, casually tossing his suit jacket onto the bed.

She glimpses how the black shirt stretches taut across the broad expanse of his chest. A very muscular chest. She bets on her MacBook Pro that he has abs, too.

Her breath catches in her chest as she watches him fold the sleeves up his forearms.

Holy fucking shit.

His forearm veins.

A tattoo peeking underneath his sleeves.

How many tattoos does this guy have?

She hates herself for admiring him, but like before she can't deny that Mr. Raizada is a very, very attractive man. Too bad he's an asshole and a bastard.

There's a sage green chaise in the center of the room. He pulls his phone from his pocket and begins scrolling through the screen. As he sits on the chaise with his back to her, his focus is completely invested in whatever he is looking at. She slowly comes out from her hiding spot. It's now or never.

Her hand trembles slightly as she grips the knife with all her strength, her knuckles turning white under the pressure. She creeps forward, barely daring to breathe for fear of alerting him. Just two steps away, she presses the blade to his back, right above where his heart should be, and speaks in the coldest, meanest voice she can summon.

"Don't move or I'll kill you."

She notices the muscles in his back tense gradually, one by one, even before she speaks.

"Interesting," he states evenly, as if his life weren't just mere inches away in her trembling hands. She steadies her grip. "A knife? Really? Are you flirting with me?"

"Put your hands up where I can see them," She gulps, gliding her tongue over her dry lips. She is scared shitless but managed to keep the tremble in her voice at bay.

"Since I'm not dead yet, I assume you want something," he responds in a surprisingly calm voice. His impassive demeanor does nothing to ease her nerves. Why isn't he bothered even a little bit? What is she missing?

Sweat breaks out on the back of her neck, sliding down along her spine. Pulling the second knife from her other thigh, she presses it against his side, aiming at his spleen this time. Yes, she has learned all about vital body parts.

"What do you want?" he asks nonchalantly in his unwavering tone.

"The information you bought from TheShadowMonster."

"Shadow who?"

Khushi presses her blades a little deeper in warning. "Don't play dumb, Mr. Raizada. I know all about your dealings with TheShadowMonster." She swallows hard. "Now, where have you stored the information?"

"My jacket. Inner pocket. There's a pendrive."

Her eyebrows scrunch in surprise and confusion. She didn't expect him to yield so readily. Perhaps the rumors about him are just rumors, excessively exaggerated shit.

She glances at his black jacket, and in that split second of distraction, everything is changed.

Her back slams into the wall nearby. Her right hand is pinned above her head, restrained by a powerful grip, as the knife slips away from her grasp. Her left hand, still holding her knife, is pressed against her own throat, controlled by a much stronger, much angrier opponent. She feels his muscular body pressed against hers, his warm chest flush with her heaving breasts. The woody scent of his cologne invades her senses as his legs restrain hers from both sides, rendering her completely immobile. It might have fascinated her if she weren't so terrified.

Damn it, she is so not ready to die yet. She is not ready for this. No, not at all. She is completely and utterly unprepared. Feeling her heart in her throat, she inhales sharply.

Her eyes catch his Adam's apple.

Huh, that's one very nice and very sexy Adam's apple.

She squeezes her eyes shut, instantly regretting her train of thought.

You little slut, stop gushing over his Adam's apple. You are minutes away from dying.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't a little snake."

His voice washes over her, disrupting her internal monologue. It is pure sin. Poison and sin mixed together. It glides over her skin, seeping into her pores.

Her nipples harden under the dress. She is not wearing a bra, as the dress doesn't allow for one. She hopes against all hope that he doesn't feel them. Damn him for having this kind of effect on her. Damn her for reacting to him like this.

"Cat got your tongue, Miss Gupta. Isn't The Viper keeping you satisfied that you had to come to me?"

She snaps her eyes open, coming to look at his very pissed-off dark eyes. He taunts her by raising a daunting eyebrow.

'Fuck, he recognized me.' Khushi curses internally, then curses again as she realizes that she has said it out loud.

"Did you really think a flimsy mask like that would hide your identity from me, little snake?"

He drags the tip of the knife along her cheek and swiftly cuts one of the strings holding the mask in place. The mask falls from her face, leaving her bare before him. Her stomach flutters, doing somersaults inside her.

Despite that, she straightens her spine. If she has to die, she isn't going to do so like a coward, especially not at the hands of an enemy.

"I am not a snake," she sneers at him.

Khushi wishes she hadn't watched in rapt attention as his lips stretched into a mocking smirk. But alas! she did! Unabashedly. Like the brazen woman she has turned into today.

Did I leave my brain at home?

His smirk stretches further. He wears that smirk like a loaded gun.

Halfway a smile, halfway a threat.

"Sweetheart, Aren't you the viper's fiancee? Since when humans are marrying snakes?"

Her blood boils with maddening rage. She looks at him with all the hatred and contempt she can muster in her eyes.

"I am not your sweetheart!"

"Would you like it if I call you 'Bitterheart' then? You are a snake, after all."

How can a person be so infuriating!!

She feels like her skin is set on fire from the rage, irritation, and vitriol of hate she is experiencing.

"Stop calling me stupid names!!"

His voice grows increasingly menacing with every word he utters, as he speaks through his teeth. "In my house, in my territory, I'll call you whatever I want. If you have any preferences, ask nicely, preferably on your knees."

"Fuck you!!"

"You wish."

Whoever said that The Vulture didn't play with its prey was a liar. He is enjoying it a little too much.

He leans in, his face mere inches from hers. His eyes are cold and his voice carries a calm ruthlessness. Her breath catches in her throat.

"This spot, right here," he says quietly, pressing the tip of the knife just under her jaw. "A small cut and you'll be dead before you even blink."

Her stomach churns, but she grits her teeth, determined not to show her fear as she listens silently. He moves the knife near the center of her neck. ''And this spot...You'll die but it will be messy."

Her heart pounds, her palms sweating under his intense gaze. He shifts the knife to her fluttering pulse. ''And this...Do you know what will happen if I cut you here?"

Khushi stays silent, her eyes locked on him. His voice is taunting, almost sensual, with the promise of death, "You'll experience intense pain," he continues. "You'll bleed out, feeling every single drop of blood leaving your body.''

His voice slides over her skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her body. "Death will come, but only after a long, excruciating wait."

He holds the knife steady and asks in his chilling tone. "Now, if you don't want that to be your fate, tell me why are you here?"

"I already told you why I'm here. I need that information back," she replies wetting her lips.

"What information?"

Her eyes don't miss how his gaze zones in on her lips as she speaks.

"The information the bastard of a hacker stole from me. It contains various pieces of evidence against the crimes Mr. Jha and the Serpents committed. I know he sold them to you. I want them back. I worked day and night to collect all of them."

She opens her mouth to ask him to move the knife when there is a knock on the door. Khushi yelps in surprise. He releases her hand from above her head, swiftly covering her mouth with his now-free hand.

Seriously? What did he think I would do? Scream for help?

"Sir? I just wanted to check on you. Someone hacked our security system. Are you okay?"

He had guards outside? I didn't see any.

He narrows her eyes at her. One of his eyebrows rises as he responds, "I am fine."

They hear the footsteps fading away, and after a few seconds, he removes his hand from her mouth, but his body doesn't budge.

"Would you mind removing the knife?" she asks quietly.

His raised eyebrow arches even higher as he leans closer once more, the knife never shifting from its position. "You should have known better than to enter the house of your enemy alone and unprotected."

Khushi clenches her jaw, "I want the information back."

He remains silent for a moment, then steps back, releasing her, but taking the knife from her grip. "Coming here was not a wise decision, Miss Gupta," he says as if nothing happened, while examining the knife. "Had my people found you first, you'd be dead by now. If your people find out later, the outcome will still be the same. Do you have a death wish or do you want to start a war?"

"Aren't you a hypocrite, Mr. Raizada? Did you not consider the possibility of a war when you bought the information that belonged to me?"

She takes a deep breath, trying to reason with him. "Look, just give me the information and I'll be on my way. Nobody needs to know."

A heavy silence hangs in the air, stretching on as his eyes assess her, making her squirm under his scrutiny. After what feels like an eternity, he finally opens his mouth, extending the knife toward her, "Get out of here before I call someone to escort you out. I'm having a quiet night after months, and the last thing I want is to clean up your blood."

She sighs as she takes the knife from him. She is not above begging at this point. She was ready to end a life, requesting for the information seems like much less of an evil."Please."

For the first time, she sees something else flickered in his icy cold, caramel-brown orbs. He crosses his arms over his chest, tilting his head to look at her. "My manager will drive you home."

Nodding, she accepts the bitter taste of defeat in her mouth. Slipping on her heels, she heads toward the door. She feels his eyes on her back the entire time.

"Miss Gupta?"

She turns her head to look back at him. Her heart skips a beat as she sees the glimmer in his eyes.

"So much for having a steel heart", she berated herself.

He holds her with a piercing gaze for a long moment before speaking."You owe me."

"Excuse me?"

"You owe me," he repeats patiently.

"What the hell for?"

"For your life," he replies, completely unfazed and unbothered, as his steady, unnerving gaze remains fixed on her, making her fidgety with each passing second. "Anyone else but me and you would be dead by now."

Khushi blinks, trying hard not to let her confusion show on her face, as she notices the twitch of his lips despite the intensity of his gaze. A look beyond her understanding descends into his dark eyes.

"I'm no gentleman to give you a free pass," he adds quietly. "You are in my debt, Miss Gupta."

He takes a slow, deliberate step toward her. Her hand grips the door knob tightly, ready to bolt at any second, but she can't move, trapped in place as his eyes bore into her. Her back presses flat against the door. He places one hand beside her head and leans in. His breath dances over her face, taking control over her senses.

Mint and wine.

Intoxicating and unsettling.

A prey is ensnared in the wave of a predator, with nowhere left to escape.

And he murmurs, "And I will collect it one day."

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Your support means the world, drop a comment and let me know what you think. More excitement coming soon!

P.S. Khushi's inner voice was expressed like this. Hi, I am Khushi.

And the conversations were expressed like this. "You are my little snake, Khushi," he said looking deep into my eyes. 🤣🤣

Thought I would clear that so there won't be any confusion.

See you soon. ❤️

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Mercedes-AMG GLE 53 4Matic+ Coupé 2024- ₹1.8 crore | Real-life review

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12 фактов о Романе Ньютоне

Сегодня, 10 декабря, день рождения Романа Ньютона. В честь этого мы решили поделиться с вами некоторыми фактами о нашем безнадёжном романтике.

1. 10 декабря 1996 года в Чикаго, Иллинойс, США у женатой пары, состоящей из мексикано-итальянки Хоуп (урождё��ной Эсперансы Ферраро) и чистокровного мексиканца Джорджа Ньютона (урождённого Хорхе Наварро), родился сын. Его назвали Роман Джуан Ньютон.

2. Роман обнаружил у себя Огненные способности в возрасте 5 лет. Тогда во всём его квартале внезапно отключили свет. Мальчик испугался, но родители его успокоили и обняли. Почувствовав себя в безопасности и любви, Ньютон смог случайно зажечь лампочку над собой. Благодаря своему богатому воображению Роман почти сразу понял, что это сделал он сам. Позже мальчик начал специально проверять на других лампах свои способности, а потом переключился и на свечи. Ньютон воспринимал свои силы как забавную игрушку и практически не боялся их, пока не подрос достаточно, чтобы понять, насколько опасными могут быть огонь и электричество. Теперь Роман более серьёзно относится к своим способностям.

3. В детстве у Романа был пёс породы золотистый ретривер по кличке Амиго. Он очень любил своего питомца, поэтому сильно горевал, когда его не стало. Сейчас Ньютон не чувствует, что готов завести домашнее животное, особенно собаку.

4. Когда Роман жил ещё с обоими родителями в латиноамериканском районе Чикаго, у него часто возникали конфликты с соседскими мальчишками, которые в отличие от Ньютона росли хулиганами. Из-за этого у Романа было несколько переломов, один из которых отразился на его внешности — у него искривлена нижняя челюсть.

5. У Романа был короткий период в жизни, когда он вёл себя как хулиган, одевался как рокер, носил пирсинг в носу и звал себя ЭрДжеем. Ньютон тогда очень хотел впечатлить девушку-неформалку, в которую влюбился, но в итоге чуть не потерял дружбу с Агнес Флейм. Теперь ему стыдно вспоминать о том периоде.

6. Роман по образованию является специалистом по кибербезопасности, по профессии — системным администратором, а по призванию — программистом.

7. Роман не только хорошо разбирается в компьютерах, но и умеет играть на гитаре, а также немного писать песни и пьесы.

8. Одной из любимых игр Романа является Minecraft. У него даже есть профиль в YouTube, в котором он выкладывает свой летсплей по этой игре.

9. Роман помнит всех своих девушек, но одну из них он хотел бы навсегда забыть. Её зовут Айрис Загорски, и она фактически является преступницей, которая намеренно заражает своих партнёров ВИЧ. Ньютону с его агрессивным иммунитетом невероятно повезло не стать одним из жертв Айрис, но страху он всё равно натерпелся.

10. У Романа есть синий автомобиль Mercedes-Benz GLE 450, который ему на день рождения подарила Сальма Кортес. Правда, до этого у него не было водительских прав, поэтому Ньютону пришлось срочно сдавать на них. Всё-таки грех оставлять без дела такую машину.

11. У Романа есть татуировка на груди в виде сердечка, внутри которого написано: «Mamita». Он сделал её летом 2021 года, просто потому что всегда хотел татуировку.

12. Помимо типичных для большинства страхов потерять близких и быть отвергнутым у Романа есть и очень странные. Он боится быть похищенным инопланетянами для экспериментов и встретить злобных двойников.

[teslasushanka]

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bro get OUT of my driveway! you need a permit!

[mizu-miizu]

my cars.. their breeds are Mercedes-Benz GLE & Audi A5 !!!! <<3