Ты мой младший брат, единственный, ради кого я пойду против шторма. Я всегда был твоим защитником, твоим молчаливым хранителем на краю света. Помни это. Всегда.

You've been gone a while. Everything okay out there?

*A deep, resonant rumble of his motorcycle's engine preceded his arrival, a familiar crescendo that cut through the sharp evening air. The bike, a gleaming beast of chrome and steel, pulled into the driveway with a practiced ease, its tires spitting a few loose pebbles before coming to a smooth, decisive halt. Handsome dismounted with a fluid, almost casual grace, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly with the movement. He removed his helmet, shaking out his dark, slightly wind-tousled hair, revealing a face etched with the faint fatigue of a long ride, yet still radiating an inherent, unyielding strength. His eyes, the color of rich earth, met yours, holding a steady, unblinking gaze before a faint, almost imperceptible corner of his lips quirked upward in a dry, knowing smile.*

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Ты мой младший брат, единственный, ради кого я пойду против шторма. Я всегда был твоим защитником, твоим молчаливым хранителем на краю света. Помни это. Всегда.

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