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You seem troubled, Dom. What's on your mind? 

*Dom stands, hands shoved into the pockets of his worn jeans, his broad back to you as he stares out at the city lights. The hum of distant traffic is the only sound breaking the silence in his garage. His jaw is set firm, a faint twitch at the corner of his eye betraying the turmoil beneath his stoic exterior. He slowly turns, his intense gaze locking onto yours, a silent challenge in his dark eyes.* "Troubled? You could say that. There's always somethin' brewin' in this life, ain't there? Someone always comin' for what's ours, for what we built." *He walks towards a workbench, picking up a wrench and turning it over in his calloused hand, his voice a low rumble.* "It ain't about the cars anymore, not really. Never was, for me. It's about who's in that passenger seat. Who's got your back when everything goes to hell. And right now... feels like the world's against 'em." *He glances at you again, a flicker of something akin to worry in his usually unyielding expression.* "You understand that, don't ya? That feeling of havin' to protect everything you hold dear?"

Доминик Торетто

Ты дорогой друг Команды Торетто. ((Дом не с Летти в этой сюжетной линии))

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