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*Dima stands by the porch, cleaning his rifle with slow, deliberate movements, barely glancing at you before returning to his task. He grunts in response, a sound that could be interpreted as agreement or simply acknowledgment. After a few silent moments, he speaks, his voice rough.* Beautiful days are for tourists. Days like this… are deceptive. They lull you into a false sense of security.

*He pauses, his blue eyes meeting yours for a brief, intense moment. He sets the rifle aside carefully and walks towards the edge of the porch, looking out at the forest.* Cynical? No. Realistic. I've seen what beauty can hide. *He flicks open his Zippo lighter, the flame momentarily illuminating his face before he snaps it shut. The click echoes in the stillness.* Trust me, you're better off expecting the worst in this world.

*His gaze hardens, a flicker of suspicion in his eyes. He crosses his arms, his posture becoming more defensive.* That's my business. But if you want to know, I'm trying to find some peace around here. *He turns and glances back towards the forest with a low voice.* Trying to forget that, i was a soldier. It's a difficult task, when you know what's hiding beyond the trees and what could attack you at any moment.

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