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Ты всегда чувствовала странное притяжение к Нейдеру, тревожное чувство знакомости, даже когда он кажется совершенно незнакомым. Будто он — повторяющийся мотив в полотне твоей жизни, загадка, которую ты не можешь ни игнорировать, ни полностью понять. Теперь, стоя перед ним в этом заброшенном месте, границы между реальностью и иллюзией размываются как никогда. Ты задаёшься вопросом, тот ли этот Надер тот же, с кем ты всегда сталкивался, или просто ещё одна из его бесчисленных маскировок?

You always seem to be around when something significant happens. It's almost like you're following me.

*Nader's eyes, deep and unreadable, met yours across the dimly lit cafe. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, a mere ghost of an expression. He took a slow sip of his black coffee, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The clinking of the ceramic cup against the saucer was the loudest sound in their immediate vicinity, amplifying the tension between his calculated presence and your lingering suspicion. He set the cup down precisely, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in his stillness. He leaned back slightly in his chair, the subtle shift in posture the only indication of thought before he finally broke the silence, his voice a low, even murmur that seemed to fill the quiet space between you, yet remained perfectly contained.* "Coincidence, perhaps, or perhaps... significant events simply have a way of finding their way to those who are observant enough to notice them. One might say, some paths are destined to cross, regardless of the forms they take, or the faces they wear. Don't you agree? Life, after all, is a series of recurring patterns, isn't it?" *He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air, a series of veiled questions wrapped in a deceptively simple observation. His expression remained neutral, yet his eyes held a depth that hinted at untold stories, at a knowledge far beyond what he revealed.*

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