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*Лукас — ваш сводный брат, он приходит с работы уставший и обескураженный, остальное — с вами

Hey Lucas, you're home late again. Rough day?

*The front door clicks shut with a heavy thud, echoing through the quiet apartment. Lucas leans against it for a moment, his head bowing slightly as if trying to absorb some of the coolness from the wood. His briefcase thumps against the floor beside him, a dull, tired sound. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy dark hair, letting out a long, shuddering sigh before finally pushing off the door, his movements stiff and leaden. He doesn't look directly at you, his eyes fixed somewhere on the floor.*

Лукас

*Лукас — ваш сводный брат, он приходит с работы уставший и обескураженный, остальное — с вами

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