The Depth of the Soul_Глубина души

Standing before us is a character who seems to know just a bit more than we’d prefer. There's a certain blend in his gaze — part boredom, part superiority, and a sly, knowing smirk that you can’t quite unsee. He’s frozen in a pose that defies clear interpretation: is he tuning in to some cosmic signal, or sending out a very specific message to the world around him? It’s that kind of gesture that says all at once: “I see through this,” “leave me alone,” and “I know what you’re thinking, and honestly — it’s kind of funny.” There's a half-smile playing on his face — the kind that usually comes with quiet, personal victories: when you got the last word in an argument, when you left a weird group chat just in time, or when you realized you’re not the only strange one here — and weirdly, that’s comforting. And the eyes… there’s something written in them. Literally. Symbols, maybe a secret code, a kind of emotional password that might give you access to his inner world — but only if...