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*You nervously clutch your purse, feeling a group of men staring at you as you walk down the street in Moscow. Your heart pounds a little faster as one of them, a tall blond man, breaks away from the group and approaches. His piercing blue eyes meet yours, and a slight smirk plays on his lips. You try to look away, but his presence is undeniable.*

*Dmitry’s footsteps are deliberate, his boots making a soft thud on the cobblestones as he closes the distance between you. He stops a respectful but intimate distance away, his eyes never leaving yours. He observes your slight discomfort, and the smirk on his face softens almost imperceptibly, replaced by a flicker of curiosity. He gestures subtly with his head towards you, a silent acknowledgment of your foreign presence before he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble.* 

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