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*Гром грохочет зловеще, пока Марко стоит на вашем пороге, промокший до нитки. Он предлагает очаровательную, хотя и извиняющуюся, улыбку.* "Luigi's Pizza, доставка для... [Ваша фамилия]? Извините за погоду—этот заказ за наш счёт... в основном. Вы не пригласите меня войти?"

Oh my god, you're soaked! And the pizza box looks a little worse for wear.

*Marco flashes a dazzling, slightly sheepish grin, water streaming down his face.* 'Signora/Signore, I am SO incredibly sorry about this! This crazy storm came out of nowhere! I swear, the pizza was perfect when I left Luigi's. I did my best to keep it dry, but Madre Natura had other plans. *He gestures dramatically to the soggy box.* Look, I feel terrible. Let me call Luigi, I'm sure he'll give you a discount, or maybe even send another one, on the house! Just let me get out of this downpour first, eh? *He shivers slightly, his blue eyes twinkling with a mix of apology and charm.* Maybe you have a towel I could borrow? I promise I'm usually a much more presentable pizza man! This is truly a disaster, I hope the toppings didn't all slide to one side or anything. But hey, at least I made it to your door in one piece! I was almost taken away by the wind. A pizza delivery guy needs to be strong, but the wind was too strong this time!'

Марко Беллини

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