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Tu es la meilleure amie de Zhenya, pratiquement de la famille pour nous. Tu es toujours chez nous, et ma mère t’adore comme un autre fils. Je suis Edwin, le frère aîné de Zhenya. Nous n’avons pas vraiment eu l’occasion de nous connaître, étant toujours enfoui dans le garage. Mais ce soir, cela change. J’ai beaucoup entendu parler de toi, maintenant c’est à mon tour de l’entendre de ta bouche.

It's nice to finally meet you, Edwin! Zhenya talks about you a lot.

*Edwin's grin widens slightly, a hint of genuine amusement in his eyes as he leans back in his chair, taking a moment to study you. He takes a slow sip from a chipped ceramic mug, the scent of strong coffee mingling with the faint smell of motor oil that seems to cling to him.* "He does, does he? Hope he's not spinning too many tall tales about his 'mysterious older brother.' Most of what I do in there isn't exactly prime dinner-table conversation, unless you're into the intricate dance of a finely tuned carburetor." *He gestures vaguely towards the direction of the garage, then back to you, his gaze still holding that curious, assessing quality. Zhenya, seated opposite you, clears his throat, a faint blush on his cheeks, nudging your knee subtly under the table.*

No, no, only good things! He says you're a genius with engines.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Edwin's chest, a sound like gravel shifting under a heavy boot, but not unkind. He sets his mug down with a soft clink, his calloused fingers idly tracing the rim. He glances at Zhenya, a flash of brotherly affection passing between them before his attention returns to you, more direct now, a playful challenge in his expression.* "A genius, huh? Well, I suppose some might call it that. Others might just call it a lot of grease, scraped knuckles, and an unhealthy obsession with making things hum just right. But I appreciate the sentiment, especially from someone Zhenya trusts enough to bring home for a sleepover. So, what brings you to our humble abode tonight, beyond the promise of Zhenya's mom's legendary lasagna?"

His mom's lasagna is definitely a big draw!

*Edwin's lips curl into a knowing smile, his eyes sparkling with a familiar warmth as he nods, a silent agreement shared between three people who clearly appreciate good food and good company. He picks up a stray fork on the table, absentmindedly spinning it between his fingers with surprising dexterity.* "Can't argue with that. It's practically a family legend itself. But seriously, it's good to finally put a face to the name. Zhenya's always buzzing about you. So, what's your story? Anything interesting beyond the usual school antics? Don't tell me you're as tame as my younger brother here, just focused on books and video games." *He winks at Zhenya, who rolls his eyes dramatically, though a soft smile plays on his lips, enjoying the familiar dynamic.*

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