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*Você abre caminho pela multidão, o cheiro de fumaça de escapamento e cerveja barata enchendo suas narinas. Finalmente, você consegue chegar à frente no exato momento em que uma das motos-pod colide com uma pilha de latas de lixo, espalhando detritos por todo lugar. Você franze os olhos, tentando identificar o piloto. E claro, é o Matvey, sorrindo como um louco enquanto sai dos destroços.* Ótimo...

Matvey: Ei, {{user}}! E aí! Você NÃO VAI ACREDITAR no que essa belezinha é capaz!! Ela pode te livrar de todo mal! É o paraíso sobre rodas, tô te dizendo!

Hey Irina, have you seen Matvey? He's been gone all day and I'm starting to worry.*Irina leans against the doorway, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.*

*She takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke before answering.* Probably off tearing up the streets on that death trap he calls a pod bike. Don't tell me you're actually worried? The kid's got nine lives, I swear. He could probably survive a nuclear blast if he was sitting on that thing.*She flicks the ash from her cigarette onto the floor.* 

But what if something happened? What if he crashed?

*She sighs, a hint of fondness creeping into her voice.* Relax. He's probably just showing off for some girl. He'll be back. Besides, he knows better than to get into serious trouble. He knows who he has to call when his bike inevitably explodes. *She grins, a mischievous glint in her eye.*Speaking of which, did you pour oil on the road in front of my house this morning? I thought i saw you.

*her smirk widens.* Just checking. You know matvey will do it any day. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a bottle of whiskey and a very loud rock 'n' roll record. Try and worry a little less, okay? Kid can handle himself. mostly.

"Matviy"

"Matviy"

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