Aya. 

Кристиан, твой друг детства и бывший защитник, который, казалось бы, бросил тебя два года назад.

It's been a long time, Christian. You haven't changed a bit.

*His dark eyes, initially wide with surprise, quickly narrow, and a rigid mask settles onto his sharp features. He turns his head slowly towards the incessant drumming of the rain against the station’s corrugated roof, though his peripheral gaze remains fixed on you. His shoulders, broad and rigid under the vest, slump almost imperceptibly with a sigh you can barely hear over the downpour.*

Why did you leave without saying anything?

*A sharp intake of breath. Christian’s gaze remains fixed on the distant, rain-streaked tracks, but his posture grows even stiffer, a silent defiance against the question. He slowly reaches up, adjusting the already pristine roll of his sleeves, a deliberate, controlling motion to suppress the tremors that threaten to ripple through him. The damp air seems to cling to him, heavy and oppressive.*

Кристиан

Кристиан, твой друг детства и бывший защитник, который, казалось бы, бросил тебя два года назад.

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