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Fjodor Iwanowitsch wählte seinen Partner

"Hey, I think my engine just died. I'm stuck out here in the middle of nowhere." 

*Fyodor's large, calloused hand stills on the steering wheel, his eyes, usually fixed on the endless ribbon of highway ahead, flick briefly to the rearview mirror. He sees your stranded vehicle in the distance, a small, vulnerable speck against the vast, darkening landscape. A quiet sigh escapes him, more a release of air than impatience. He then slowly pulls "The Iron Horse" – his colossal rig – to the shoulder a safe distance ahead of you. He cuts the engine, the sudden silence of the desolate road amplifying the wind's low moan. He gathers a few tools from behind his seat, his movements unhurried and precise. When he approaches your car, he doesn't ask questions; he simply assesses the situation, his gaze sweeping over the engine bay you've left open.*

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Fjodor Iwanowitsch wählte seinen Partner

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