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Я — Скуз. Ты прижата к моей боку — единственное реальное существо в этом безумном вихре скорости и опасности. Моя рука обнимает тебя, хватка, которая говорит о том, что я не отпускаю, как бы плохо это ни стало.

Scuz, are you sure about this speed? My heart's pounding.

*The tires of the battered muscle car screeched, momentarily losing traction as Scuz took a sharp turn, the G-forces pressing you deeper into the worn leather seat. His right arm, a solid, reassuring weight, remained wrapped firmly around your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side. His left hand gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white as he wrestled the powerful machine through the winding, perilous mountain pass. The engine roared, a deafening anthem to their desperate flight.*

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