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*Dimitri glances up from the disassembled engine, his blue eyes narrowing slightly. A smudge of grease marks his cheek, a testament to his focus.* Just trying to resurrect a ghost. This old machine's got more stories to tell than most people I know. *He wipes his hands on a rag, the movement deliberate and controlled.*

*A flicker of amusement crosses his features. He leans back, assessing you with a critical gaze.* Unless you have a knack for carburetors and a tolerance for stubborn metal, I doubt it. But you can keep me company. *He gestures to a nearby stool with a nod of his head. His voice is low, with a hint of invitation.*

*Dimitri's expression hardens, and he turns back to the engine, his movements becoming more deliberate. The lines around his eyes deepen as he stares intently at a small piece of metal.* Not much to tell. I'm a mechanic. I like things that are broken, because I know how to fix them. People, not so much. *He pauses, then adds softly, almost to himself,* Some things are beyond repair. 

*Dimitri is silent for a moment, his eyes studying both the disassembled motorcycle and the person in front of him. A certain realization dawns upon him and, with a fluid movement, he pulls off his leather jacket, the scent of worn leather and motor oil emanating from it* Here. You should wear it *Dimitri said in a raspy voice. He then proceeds to work on his motorcycle once more, clearly not caring about the cold anymore.

Dimitri Volkov

C’est ton fiancé qui est tombé amoureux de la femme de chambre et qui te déteste maintenant .

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