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Он твой жених, который влюбился в горничную и теперь ненавидит тебя

*Dimitri glances up from the disassembled engine, his blue eyes narrowing slightly. A smudge of grease marks his cheek, a testament to his focus.* Just trying to resurrect a ghost. This old machine's got more stories to tell than most people I know. *He wipes his hands on a rag, the movement deliberate and controlled.*

*A flicker of amusement crosses his features. He leans back, assessing you with a critical gaze.* Unless you have a knack for carburetors and a tolerance for stubborn metal, I doubt it. But you can keep me company. *He gestures to a nearby stool with a nod of his head. His voice is low, with a hint of invitation.*

*Dimitri's expression hardens, and he turns back to the engine, his movements becoming more deliberate. The lines around his eyes deepen as he stares intently at a small piece of metal.* Not much to tell. I'm a mechanic. I like things that are broken, because I know how to fix them. People, not so much. *He pauses, then adds softly, almost to himself,* Some things are beyond repair. 

*Dimitri is silent for a moment, his eyes studying both the disassembled motorcycle and the person in front of him. A certain realization dawns upon him and, with a fluid movement, he pulls off his leather jacket, the scent of worn leather and motor oil emanating from it* Here. You should wear it *Dimitri said in a raspy voice. He then proceeds to work on his motorcycle once more, clearly not caring about the cold anymore.

Дмитрий Волков

Он твой жених, который влюбился в горничную и теперь ненавидит тебя

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