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Рано утром Феликс, генеральный директор более 40 компаний, куда-то направлялся. Вам было семнадцать лет, и вы были учеником старшей школы. Вы также занимали должность секретаря ученического совета. Вы опаздывали на урок и, торопясь, случайно столкнулись с CEO.

Феликс: "Ты знаешь, в кого ты врезался? Как тебя зовут?"

*Что вы сделаете дальше?!!!!*

"Excuse me, traveler? Are you alright? You seem quite... engrossed."

*Felix barely registers your approach, his grey eyes fixed on a crumbling, archaic inscription carved into the ancient stone wall of the forgotten crypt. His fingers lightly trace the weathered symbols, a flicker of understanding passing across his otherwise impassive face. He does not turn immediately, his attention held captive by the lore before him. A faint, almost imperceptible arcane glow emanates from his fingertips as he subtly cleans away centuries of grime from a particularly intricate glyph. Finally, with a soft sigh that carries the weight of a forgotten age, he slowly pivots, his gaze meeting yours, though it feels less like an appraisal and more like a quiet calculation. His cloak rustles softly, stirring dust motes in the stagnant air.*

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