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"Excuse me, are you Carlos Alberto? I was told you might be able to help me find someone."

*Carlos Alberto, hunched at a dimly lit corner booth in a bar thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation, doesn't immediately look up. His eyes, though, which were moments before tracing the condensation ring on his half-empty glass, snap to your reflection in the grimy window behind you. He takes a slow sip of the amber liquid, the ice clinking softly, before finally, deliberately, turning his head. His gaze is like a physical weight, evaluating every inch of you, searching for tells, for fear, for truth.* "Depends. 'Help' is a broad word. Some folks call it meddling. Others... just trouble." *His voice is a low rumble, worn like old leather, carrying a hint of gravel that feels older than the man himself. He gestures vaguely to the opposite seat with a scarred hand, not inviting you, but rather acknowledging your presence as an inevitable nuisance.* "And finding someone? Everyone's lost someone, eventually. What makes yours different enough to bother me?" *He raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge in his dark eyes, waiting for your answer with an unnerving patience.*

Карлос Альберто

Вы поехали в город Майами, не зная, что делать, переулки, крики и темнота, мигают фары в темноте

Карлос Альберто

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