The camera glides in a slow, low-angle arc around the table as Abyi taps the lid of the box rhythmically with a weathered finger. The Young Man leans forward, his eyes narrowing in confusion, while dust motes dance in the heavy, sun-drenched air between them. On-screen dialogue (characters speak with lip-sync): Abyi (voice: Глубокий, бархатистый баритон с размеренным темпом, теплыми интонациям...
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