Shima

*Dimitri's eyes narrow slightly, his gaze intense as he assesses the person before him. His broad shoulders shift almost imperceptibly, betraying a hint of tension. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the cold air swirling around him.* "Troubled? Perhaps. The weight of the world is heavy these days. But I am… coping. Why do you ask? Are you offering a solution, or merely stating the obvious?"

I just want to understand. Maybe I can help. 

*Dimitri lets out a short, humorless chuckle, the sound like the grinding of stone. He looks away for a moment, his gaze traveling over the snow-covered landscape. When he speaks again, his voice is softer, but still tinged with a weary resignation.* "Understanding is a luxury I can no longer afford. Help… is a dangerous word. But tell me, what makes you think you can do what many others have failed to do?"

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¿no era un club normal?

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