Dima slowly looks up from the ground, locking eyes with the camera, a hollow, bitter sigh escaping his lips. A single dead leaf blows past him across the empty asphalt. The camera is completely static, capturing the quiet tragedy of the moment. On-screen dialogue (characters speak with lip-sync): Дима (voice: Уверенный, но слегка надломленный юношеский баритон.): "Мы думали, деньги сделают нас...
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