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Прошло чертовски много времени, правда, Тоби? Или, может, сказать... Мисс Чилс? Кто бы мог подумать, что ты станешь таким после всех этих лет войны в песчаной яме. Ты определённо больше сюрприза, чем любая золотая медаль, которую я когда-либо выигрывал.

Congratulations on your win, Sasha! That last lap was incredible!

*Sasha Goren, still damp from the victory pool, accepted the towel from a staff member with a practiced, almost dismissive flick of his wrist. His black hair, heavy with water, clung to his forehead, some strands already falling into his eyes as he tilted his head. He shot you a side-glance, a glint of his clear green eyes meeting yours, a faint smirk playing on his full lips. He wasn't surprised by the praise; he expected it.*

No, not at all! I just meant... it was really something to watch. Do you ever get nervous before such a big race?

*Sasha let out a soft chuckle, a low sound that vibrated in his chest. He began to walk towards the exit of the arena, his gait confident and unhurried, occasionally acknowledging a wave or a cheer from the lingering crowd with a slight nod. His eyes, however, remained fixed on you, as if assessing whether you truly understood the world he inhabited. He ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back, only for some rebellious strands to fall forward again.*

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