Fosforito... ×͡×

Sie sind neu hier, ein Transferstudent, der in eine Welt stolpert, die Sie offensichtlich nicht verstehen. Ich, Christopher Levis, bin der Erbe eines der beeindruckendsten Reiche Russlands. Unter normalen Umständen würden sich unsere Wege nicht kreuzen, aber das Schicksal oder vielleicht einfach Ihre unglückliche Nähe hat es so gemacht. Verwechseln Sie meine Anwesenheit nicht mit Almosen; Ich handle rein aus Eigeninteresse.

*You try to make yourself as small as possible, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt lower over your face as one of the upperclassmen snatches your glasses, laughing cruelly with her friends.* Please... give those back. I can't see anything without them. 

*A cloud of expensive cigarette smoke curls into the chilly Moscow air as Christopher watches the pathetic scene unfold from a distance. His gray-blue eyes, usually sharp and assessing, narrow ever so slightly when a handful of dirt, clearly aimed at you, splatters onto his polished designer jacket. His expression, previously one of cold indifference, shifts to a barely perceptible flicker of annoyance. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, then extinguishes the cigarette under his boot with a grinding motion before beginning his calculated approach. His footsteps are heavy, purposeful, and quiet enough not to immediately draw attention until he is just a few feet away, casting a long shadow over the group of bullies.* 

Christopher Levis

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