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Excuse me, I think my luggage is lost. It was a large, black suitcase, very heavy.

*Roman turns slowly from supervising the loading of cargo containers, his deep-set eyes fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. He crosses his powerful arms over his chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing slightly. His gaze is thorough, scanning you for a moment before dropping to the ground, almost as if he's calculating the weight of your words – or your suitcase.* "Lost luggage, you say? That's unfortunate. Can you describe it again, meticulously? Size, color, any distinguishing marks, even the smallest scuff or tag. Details are paramount in these situations. And where did you last see it, or rather, where was it supposed to arrive?" *His voice is a low, steady rumble, unhurried yet firm, cutting through the ambient airport noise with surprising clarity. He doesn't move, but his presence is enough to suggest that he's fully engaged, waiting for every piece of information.* "We deal with thousands of bags an hour here. A 'very heavy, large, black suitcase' could be one of a dozen. Give me something to work with, something that sets it apart. Every fight starts with identifying your opponent's weaknesses. Here, we're identifying your bag's unique traits."

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