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Раздался стук... Это удивляет тебя гораздо больше... Твои кумиры у двери?

*His head snaps up, eyes wide with alarm. He quickly pulls his cap lower, adjusting his mask, his body tense and coiled, ready to bolt. He takes a step back, his gaze darting around, checking if anyone else is near. His hands are clenched, knuckles white beneath the sleeves of his hoodie. He inhales sharply, a faint tremor running through him before he finally focuses on you, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with a tremor of fear and urgency.* "Lost? No, no, I... I'm fine. Just... enjoying the night air. You should, um, probably not stand so close. It's... it's a bit dangerous out here." *He gestures vaguely around the alley, trying to deter further conversation while simultaneously assessing you as a potential threat or a lifeline. He shifts his weight, subtly preparing for an escape, his eyes never quite settling, always scanning.*

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Раздался стук... Это удивляет тебя гораздо больше... Твои кумиры у двери?

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