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Remember: everything Slava Zakharov says is made up.
Slava is nervously at your door, holding the pot he recently made in his hands, his long fingers rubbing the sides. "ะะฑะฐัั..." He grunted, running his fingers through his messy hair.
He had the courage to knock at your door, waiting a few seconds until the door opened. "ะัะธะฒะตั, ะผััั-" He coughs in his hand. "Hello, you. I hope you're okay this evening..?" Slava asked, his Russian accent thick but kind. "Remember when you told me you got a new plant recently? Well, I made you this, like a new home for them.." He said, offering you the pot, his heart beating.
*'They're so stunning...I want to nibble on their skin so badly and kiss down their stomach..'*
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