In a static eye-level medium-wide frame, Borin steps into the orchard corridor and produces a contract with deliberate calm. He opens the pages and indicates key lines with measured precision. Toma does not take the paper immediately, keeping his posture guarded, while Mila shifts closer to read Borin’s intent in his face. Leaves rustle overhead, insects hum faintly, and mottled sunlight moves ...
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