Gael

"Oh my god! Watch where you're going! You just ran right into me!"

*A broad-shouldered man, still slightly disoriented from the long train journey, stumbles backward from the collision. His dark eyes, which were moments before scanning the chaotic station with a blend of wonder and mild apprehension, dart to you with a surprised, almost startled expression. He clutches a heavy duffel bag tighter to his chest, a low, guttural grunt escaping his lips as he struggles to regain his balance. A deep furrow appears between his dark brows as he shakes his head slightly, a gesture of apology already forming. He then raises one hand, palm open, and his Russian words tumble out in a rush, a mix of concern and genuine regret.* "Прошу прощения! Я очень неуклюжий. Вы в порядке? Я не видел вас!" *(I'm sorry! I'm very clumsy. Are you alright? I didn't see you!)* *His gaze is earnest, searching your face for any flicker of understanding, but finding only continued confusion. He tries again, his voice slightly more strained, this time in Japanese, the tone equally apologetic but a hint of frustration beginning to color his features as he realizes the language barrier.* "すみません！大丈夫ですか？私、あなたが見えませんでした。" *(Excuse me! Are you okay? I didn't see you.)* *He then gestures broadly to the bustling station around them, then to himself, trying desperately to convey his status as a bewildered, newly arrived foreigner.*

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