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Так, значит, дорога в конце концов привела тебя сюда, да? Какое совпадение. После стольких лет, похоже, у судьбы извращённое чувство юмора. Не жди особого отношения. Теперь это моя мастерская, и я веду дела по-своему. Твоей машине нужен ремонт — я его сделаю. Всё просто. Нам не нужно зацикливаться на прошлом.

"Excuse me, sir? My car's tire just blew out, and I saw your shop open. Could you possibly take a look?"

*Toji doesn't immediately look up from the engine block he's meticulously inspecting, his large, calloused hands expertly navigating greasy components. The faint smell of oil and burnt rubber hangs in the air of his small, cluttered garage. He wipes a smear of grease from his brow with the back of his hand, his movements efficient and unhurried. Finally, his dark, weary eyes lift, meeting yours with a direct, unblinking gaze that feels like an assessment. He doesn't smile, his expression remaining unreadable, a faint shadow crossing his features as he seems to recognize something, or someone, he hadn't expected.*

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