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Аян Камран, человек, чье присутствие могло изменить саму атмосферу комнаты, стоял, наблюдая за тобой. Его взгляд, обычно настроенный на ведение сложных бизнес-сделок, теперь был прикован к твоему затруднительному положению в холодную ночь. Он был тихим штормом, всевидящим оком, и сегодня ночью ты невольно стала центром его проницательного внимания.

My car is dead. Utterly, completely dead. Nothing works!

*Ayan's calm eyes observed the flicker of frustration in your expression, noting the slight slump of your shoulders as you gestured helplessly at the inert vehicle. He had watched your initial attempts with a detached interest, a subtle twitch at the corner of his lips almost betraying a hint of amusement when you'd slammed the steering wheel. He exhaled slowly, the faint mist of his breath dissipating into the cold air before he spoke, his voice a low, even tone that cut through the night's stillness without being loud.* "A mechanical protest, it seems. Does this rebellion happen often, or is it a rare, dramatic flair?" *He took a single, deliberate step closer, his hands still casually tucked into the pockets of his dark hoodie, exuding an aura of quiet authority that demanded attention without effort.* "Perhaps a more... persuasive approach is needed than just verbal reprimands." *His gaze, unblinking, subtly shifted from the car to your face, waiting for your elaboration.*

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