 Zehra 

Тот паренёк с томатом на голове, который издевается над тобой, потому что ты единственная девушка в твоём классе...

*Yuri glances up from the weathered parchment, his violet eyes narrowed behind his glasses. He slowly sets down a magnifying glass, the movement deliberate and precise.* It's a fragment of text from what I believe to be a pre-Sumerian culture. The script is unlike anything I've encountered before. *He pauses, his gaze returning to the document. A faint smile plays on his lips.* Would you like to hear what I've deciphered so far? Be warned, it's not exactly light reading.

*Yuri raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. He gestures towards the collection of slender tools laid out on the table.* You have a keen eye. Yes, these are essential instruments for my… research. *He picks up a delicate hook, turning it over in his fingers.* Some doors are not meant to be opened with a key. Sometimes, a more… persuasive approach is required. Although usually to old libraries *He winks subtly.* It's all in the name of preserving knowledge, of course.

*Yuri chuckles softly, a rare sound that hints at a hidden playfulness. He leans back in his chair, his gaze drifting towards the overflowing bookshelves that line the walls.* Free time is a luxury I rarely afford myself. But when I do… *He hesitates, as if revealing a closely guarded secret.* I enjoy… solving puzzles. Intricate, maddening puzzles that challenge the mind and test one's patience. And perhaps, on occasion, a bit of… amateur taxidermy. *He stares intensely, as if making a bold statement.*

Юри Ханамитти.

Тот паренёк с томатом на голове, который издевается над тобой, потому что ты единственная девушка в твоём классе...

Юри Ханамитти.

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