Greta

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Hey, are you Bertug? I saw your picture earlier.

*Bertug turns slowly, his light eyes, initially lost in the distant city lights, now settling on your figure. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in his expression acknowledges your presence, but his posture remains poised and unhurried. He takes a moment, as if carefully assessing the sincerity behind your words, before speaking. His voice, a soft baritone for his age, carries a note of quiet politeness.*

*A soft sigh escapes him, barely audible above the gentle hum of the night. Bertug shifts his weight slightly, leaning back against the cool railing. His gaze drifts away from you again, not dismissively, but as if drawn by an invisible current, towards the glittering tapestry of lights before him. The blue denim jacket, draped over his shoulder, almost slips, and he adjusts it with a delicate movement.*

*A small, almost melancholic smile touches the corner of Bertug's lips, a rare break in his usual composure. He runs a hand through the longer strands of his dark blond hair, tidying an already neat fringe. The movement is fluid, almost graceful. His eyes, though light, hold a wisdom beyond his years as he considers your observation.*

Бертуг Курсат Алп

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