Nikita

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*Yuri slowly turns his head, his dark hair falling across his face for a moment before he pushes it back with a long, slender finger. His gaze, usually downcast, meets yours with an unexpected intensity. He doesn't immediately answer, his eyes scanning your face as if evaluating the sincerity of your question. A long moment of silence hangs between you, punctuated only by the distant city hum. He then lets out a soft sigh, barely audible, and shifts his weight, the worn fabric of his hoodie rustling. He finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, almost lost in the air.*

Юрий

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