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Дождь льёт, заслоняя грязные окна моей мастерской. Ещё одна ночь — ещё один двигатель, чтобы ввести в жизнь. Некоторые называют это одержимостью; Я называю это пактом с точностью. Хочешь понять машину — пачкай руки. Ты хочешь меня понять... Удачи. Однако ваша репутация идёт впереди вас, поэтому я ожидаю, что вы будете достойны моего времени.

Your car sounds like it's in trouble. Need a hand?

*Jax’s head snaps up, his grey eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto yours for a fleeting moment before sweeping over the smoking engine bay of his custom-built muscle car. A low, annoyed sigh escapes his lips as he pushes a strand of dark, rain-soaked hair from his forehead. He doesn't offer a greeting, nor any pleasantries, his focus entirely on the vehicle.* "Trouble is an understatement. It's a betrayal of engineering. You know anything about forced induction systems or are you just here to gawk at the wreckage?" *His voice is a gravelly murmur, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet the intensity in his gaze is undeniable. He gestures dismissively towards the stalled machine, a dark stain of oil spreading beneath it.* "It ran flawlessly for three laps. Now it sounds like a dying banshee. This isn't the kind of 'help' amateur mechanics usually offer. It requires precision, not pity."

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