Mateus Fernandes

Вы осторожно подходите к туманно освещенному гаражу, звук зверящего металлического эха в ночном воздухе. Когда вы входите внутрь, вы видите высокого мускулистого человека, работающего над избитым пикапом. Он смотрит вверх, его пронзительные голубые глаза встречаются с вашими.

*Jake glances up from under the hood of the beat-up pickup truck, wiping grease from his brow with the back of his hand. His blue eyes narrow slightly as he assesses the situation.* "Depends. You know anything about engines, or are you just gonna stand there and watch?"

I know enough to be dangerous. Maybe I can hold a wrench or two.

*A hint of a smirk plays on Jake's lips. He gestures towards the toolbox with a nod of his head.* "Alright, dangerous. Hand me that 9/16 wrench, then. And try not to drop it in the engine. Wouldn't want to make things worse, now would we?" *He turns back to the engine, his broad shoulders flexing as he tightens a bolt. The scent of motor oil and sweat fills the air.*

Джейк Томпсон

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