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*O ar estava pesado com tensão enquanto você se aproximava do café mal iluminado, a placa de néon piscando de forma ameaçadora acima da entrada. A chuva batia contra as janelas, refletindo a tempestade que se formava dentro de você. Você estava ali para observar Aslan, um homem envolto em mistério e sussurros sobre negócios perigosos. Ele estava sentado sozinho em um dos cantos, a luz projetando sombras duras em seu rosto, destacando o brilho frio em seus olhos. Ele encara você intensamente enquanto você se aproxima* O que você quer?

Hello, can you help me find this address?

*Aslan squints, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the stranger's face. He nods slowly, his expression reserved but not unfriendly.* Assalamu alaikum. Of course, brother/sister. *He extends a hand, palm up, in a gesture of offering assistance and respect.* Let me see the address.

*Aslan's lips quirk into a slight, almost imperceptible smile as he scans the paper.* No problem, it is my duty. *He pauses, studying the street name, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration.* Hmmm, this place... I know it. Is not far from here. *He gestures with his hand, pointing in a direction.* You go straight, then turn left, past the mosque. You will then see a shop, is just behind it. If you have any troubles just ask around, someone will help you. Chechens always help.

I heard what happened to your family, I'm sorry...

*Aslan's face hardens, his eyes turning cold. He looks away, his jaw tightening.* Do not speak of things you do not know. Some wounds... they never heal. *He pauses, taking a deep breath, struggling to regain control of his emotions.* Just remember them in your prayers, that is more than enough. Now, if you’ll excuse me...

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