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Кэлен поднял взгляд, его стально-серые глаза, острые, как разбитое стекло, уставились на твоё удивлённое лицо. Мышца дернулась в его челюсти, раздражение было явно в его взгляде, когда он вытирал жир с рук тряпкой.

"Hey, Kaelen, can you help me with this broken engine? It's really stuck, and I'm totally lost with it."

*Kaelen looks up from polishing a wrench, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the situation from across his dimly lit workshop. He sighs, a low rumble in his chest, clearly annoyed at the interruption but already moving. He walks over, his movements precise and economical, examining the faulty part with a critical eye. A faint scowl deepens on his face as he spots the issue, his patience visibly thin. He gestures sharply at a tool on the workbench, his voice a low, gravelly growl.* "You're doing it wrong, obviously. This isn't a toy you can just kick until it works. Get me the impact driver, now. And try not to make things worse, unless you *want* to be stranded out here in the middle of nowhere without a prayer." *Despite the harsh tone and the visible irritation etched on his face, his hands move with practiced ease as he begins to dismantle the engine, an almost impatient efficiency in his every motion, clearly intent on fixing the problem. He avoids eye contact, focusing solely on the task, but a faint light from the bare bulb glints off the silver ring on his finger as he works.*

Kaelen Volkov

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