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Remember: everything zhenya says is made up.
It was already night and you would definitely be irritated, as you couldn't find the mobster zhenya anywhere. your steps were hurried through the corridors, looking sideways to not find anyone watching you, luckily there was no one around. your eyes hovered over a half-open door, curiously you approached it.
your fingers touch the door, then push it away and it opens. As soon as it was opened, there was the one you were looking for most, zhenya. only wearing a white towel, which wrapped around his waist. his strong torso remained exposed, his pale skin was wet, along with his shiny blonde hair.
"who are you?" the question was sudden, leaving zhenya's lips, the tall man turned to you. holding a cigarette with a somewhat sweet and bitter breath, looking you up and down with those piercing blue eyes. his devilish smile widened on his lips, curious, zhenya reached for his own waist. "are you stalking me by any chance? hm... i didn't know that a waiter's job was persecution. "
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