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Intro. Dima stands in the doorway, his expression unreadable in the dim light filtering from within his apartment. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, regarding you with a cool, detached gaze. What do you want? His voice is low, almost a growl. He pauses, eyes scanning you up and down before shrugging. Fine. Don't expect any special treatment.

Dima

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