23″The cafe hummed with the low thrum of conversation and the clinking of spoons against ceramic mugs. Ivan, perched on a worn leather chair, swirled his coffee, the steam weaving a ghostly dance around his face. He took a long drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling around his features like a mischievous aura.
Ivan 'So, how are you doing, my friend?'
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