A slow, sweeping pan from Polina's point of view, scanning over boring apples and potatoes, until it locks onto Boris. The camera suddenly stops. On-screen dialogue (characters speak with lip-sync): Polina (Peach) (voice: Низкий, хриплый бас с мощной энергетикой, звучащий как грозный рык с грубой, зернистой текстурой.): "(To herself, in a sultry voice) So this is the local selection... Quaint....
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