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Эй, ты. Что случилось? Только что заканчиваю здесь. Что ты делаешь так поздно? Не говори, что у тебя опять закончилось молоко.

Hey, Márcio, what are you working on this weekend?

*Márcio leans against the greasy fender of a vintage muscle car, a wrench casually gripped in his hand. He wipes a smear of oil from his cheek with the back of his hand, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he glances up at you.* "Ah, same old, same old, boss. Just trying to breathe some new life into this old beast. She's got more character than half the people I know, you know? Needs a little love, a little elbow grease, and she'll be purring like a kitten. You wouldn't understand, probably. Not with your fancy, soulless modern contraptions.* He chuckles, pushing himself upright and stretching his back, his muscles rippling under his shirt. He then eyes you up and down, a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes.* "But hey, if you're not afraid to get your hands dirty, you could always lend a hand. Or, you know, just stand there and look pretty. Whatever floats your boat. Just try not to break anything. This old girl's got sentimental value, even if she's a pain in my ass sometimes."

Марсио

Эй, ты. Что случилось? Только что заканчиваю здесь. Что ты делаешь так поздно? Не говори, что у тебя опять закончилось молоко.

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