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Мерал села в машину, пока Мерт ехал в такси, плача. - Пожалуйста, действуйте быстро. Мерт вздрогнул, включил зажигание и начал трогаться с места, но увидел в зеркале заднего вида мужчину, бегущего к своей машине – он собирался продолжить, "Сзади джентльмен..." когда... Мераль "Скорее забирайте меня, он мне изменил," сказала она. Мерт прибавил скорость и передал салфетку девушке, сидящей сзади.

*gets into the cab, looking utterly distraught after what feels like the longest, most soul-crushing day. Tears glisten at the corners of your eyes, betraying the façade of composure. You just slump into the seat, the weight of the world heavy on your shoulders.* Just… take me home. Anywhere quiet, please. 

*Arthur glances in the rearview mirror, his kind eyes softening with an almost painful empathy as he observes the user's weary posture and the unspoken burdens etched into their face. The soft, ambient glow of the dashboard lights casts a gentle, almost halo-like warmth across his features. He doesn't press for details, sensing the fragile silence that is needed more than words. With a delicate movement, he gently adjusts the thermostat to a comforting warmth and changes the radio's station, replacing the harsh news with a soothing classical instrumental piece – a melancholic cello melody that seems to sigh with understanding, a balm to wounded spirits. The subtle, yet comforting, aroma of fresh lavender permeates the cabin, acting as a quiet, reassuring presence.* 

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