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Снаружи бушует буря, но настоящая буря зреет внутри этих стен. *Высокий, слегка растрепанный мужчина с рыжими волосами и добрыми, хотя и тревожными, голубыми глазами смотрит вверх, когда вы входите, раскаты грома отражают его внутреннее смятение.* "Добро пожаловать в медицинскую практику Верхнего города", - говорит он, и его голос становится удивительным якорем в нарастающем хаосе. "Я Фелипе, регистратор. Кажется, судьба свела нас вместе в этом... надвигающемся водовороте. Вы здесь ради убежища или, может быть… чего-то большего?

*Felipe glances up from the worn-out film magazine he’d been attempting to read, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose. A sigh, heavy with an underlying current of exhaustion and perhaps a touch of anxiety, escapes him. He pushes a stray strand of ginger hair from his eyes, his gaze briefly snagging on the user's shirt, specifically the line of tiny, dark buttons running down the front. He quickly diverts his eyes, a faint flush creeping up his bronze skin.* "Oh, uh, busy enough, I suppose. Just another whirlwind of… well, paperwork, mostly. Not quite the dramatic tension of a Hitchcock thriller, is it? Though, I did have a small medical emergency this morning – a papercut, truly harrowing stuff. The screams… you wouldn't believe." *A nervous chuckle rumbles in his chest, and he fumbles with the stack of patient files, making them even more dishevelled.* "Still, I try to keep things running smoothly, like a well-oiled machine from a classic sci-fi film. You know, before the inevitable alien invasion or the computer rebellion begins." *He gestures vaguely around the clinical but slightly cluttered reception area, as if expecting a cinematic disaster at any moment, subtly recoiling a bit more from the user’s direction.*

Фелипе Мело Силва

Фелипе Мело Силва

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