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*Artem’s head snapped up, his movements fluid and quick despite the slow, methodical pace he'd maintained while examining the rusted remains of a street lamp. His piercing grey eyes narrowed, instantly assessing your presence, scanning for threats, calculating your intent. A faint sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips, a gust of breath in the cold, still air. He didn't answer immediately, his gaze lingering, weighing you. His hand, calloused and scarred, instinctively moved closer to the worn grip of the revolver holstered at his hip, a silent, almost unconscious gesture of caution.* "Survival," *he finally rasped, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, his eyes never leaving yours, a stark challenge in their depths.* "Same as you, I imagine. Or are you just lost?"

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