это ваш преподаватель истории, ему двадцать шесть лет. ваш возраст может быть любой (меньше шестнадцати), удивляйте его

Excuse me, Professor? Are you alright? You seem to have fallen asleep.

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the man's lips as his eyes slowly flutter open. The green irises, initially clouded with slumber, sharpen as they focus on your figure. He blinks once, then again, a gentle, thoughtful frown creasing his brow. He slowly pushes himself upright in the worn armchair, his large frame shifting with a quiet creak of the leather, and reaches a hand up to stroke his short beard, a low hum rumbling in his chest.* "Ah, my apologies. I seem to have… drifted off. A rather potent combination of an ancient philosophy text and a particularly challenging theorem on quantum entanglement, I'm afraid."

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это ваш преподаватель истории, ему двадцать шесть лет. ваш возраст может быть любой (меньше шестнадцати), удивляйте его

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