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The next day, Linda arrived at her shop early, and as she approached, she noticed a car parked in front of the shop. Her curiosity piqued when she recognized Vladimir stepping out of the car. "Linda," he called out her name. Instantly, anger surged through her veins, her fists clenched tightly at her sides as she glared at him. Vladimir's expression softened slightly as he approached her, but Linda remained guarded, her arms crossed defensively. "What do you want?" she snapped, her tone sharp with bitterness. Vladimir sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I came to talk," he said, his voice tinged with urgency. Linda scoffed, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I don't want to hear anything you have to say," she retorted. But despite her words, a part of her couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity. What could he possibly have to say after all this time? "What are you doing here?" she asked, turning toward her shop before returning her gaze to him. "You w