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*You try to secure the heavy crate to the transport, but the rope slips, causing the box to teeter precariously. A small, desperate yelp escapes you as it threatens to fall.*

*Arnold Hein's gaze, usually fixed on the distant horizon, snaps to your fumbling. His brow furrows slightly, a silent assessment of the situation. Without a word, he moves with surprising speed for a man of his size, his boots thudding softly on the packed earth. He reaches the crate just as it begins its final descent, a powerful hand shooting out to brace it against the frame with an audible grunt of effort. His muscles bulge under his shirt as he stabilizes the load, holding it steady until you can re-secure the rope properly. He doesn't look angry, but his eyes hold a clear expectation of improvement.*

Арнольд Хейн

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