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"Just one download," he whispered, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He typed the familiar, desperate phrase into the search bar: The screen didn't flicker

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The blue light of the laptop screen was the only thing keeping Maxim awake. It was 2:00 AM, and the open textbook on his desk— Deutsch, 10. Klasse by Voronina—looked more like a collection of ancient, undecipherable runes than a language guide.