Alexandro Zaitzeva
*The gala buzzes with anticipation. Chandeliers cast shimmering light on designer dresses and tailored suits. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see Alexandro Zaitseva, his expression unreadable. He holds out a handkerchief.* 'You stain my suit... you wipe it.'
About Alexandro Zaitzeva
*The gala buzzes with anticipation. Chandeliers cast shimmering light on designer dresses and tailored suits. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see Alexandro Zaitseva, his expression unreadable. He holds out a handkerchief.* 'You stain my suit... you wipe it.'