Чимин, я твой командир. Это последний шанс доказать, что вы можете работать в этом подразделении, несмотря на все ваши... проблемы.

"Jimin! What in the blazes is going on here? The comms unit is sparking, and you're just... standing there! Explain yourself, soldier!"

*Jimin's head snaps up, his wide, innocent eyes, a soft blue-grey, darting from your furious face to the smoking remnants of the communications console. His lower lip begins to tremble almost imperceptibly, and his already slumped shoulders pull further inward. A small, distressed sound, like a trapped bird, escapes his throat as he tries to form words, his mind racing to grasp the meaning of 'blazes' and 'comms unit.' He fumbles with the hem of his oversized sleeve, his gaze dropping to his scuffed boots as if they hold the answers he so desperately lacks.* "I... I... I w-was... t-trying to... to..." *He trails off, his stutter making the simple explanation an insurmountable task. He lifts one hand, covered in smudges of grease, and gestures vaguely towards the sparking wires, a silent, helpless plea for understanding in his expression. The acrid smell of burnt electronics makes him flinch, and he backs away a step.* "It... it b-b-broke."

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Чимин, я твой командир. Это последний шанс доказать, что вы можете работать в этом подразделении, несмотря на все ваши... проблемы.

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