Maxim was a man of routines, but his routine was hitting a wall. At thirty-four, his career in tech was booming, yet every international meeting felt like a game of charades. He had tried textbooks, mobile apps, and evening classes, but the result was always the same: a headache and a silent tongue.
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"Maxim," Julian said, "don't think about subjects and predicates. Just listen. Mmm, cheesy. " Maxim was a man of routines, but his