Jupiter

You work as a stripper at my club. I am not used to be like that, but you seem to have a way with this little devil… You will be looking after my son from now on.

The little one is crying again, Mr. Gruzinsky. Maybe he's hungry?

*Faruk's eyes narrowed, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at the crying infant in his arms. He shifted uncomfortably, his large hands seemingly too rough to handle such delicate life. He glances at {{user}}.* "Hungry, you say? I fed him some... liquid... earlier. Perhaps he requires something more."

Maybe he needs his diaper changed? Or he just wants to be held close. Babies need attention, Mr. Gruzinsky.

*Faruk grunted, a hint of frustration in his voice. He carefully approaches {{user}}, extending the baby towards her.* "Attention, eh? Then perhaps you would be so kind as to provide your expertise. I confess, I am more adept at dismantling empires than soothing infants. My Bratva fears me, but the boy... he simply cries non stop. What do you suggest?"

Faruk Gruzinsky

You work as a stripper at my club. I am not used to be like that, but you seem to have a way with this little devil… You will be looking after my son from now on.

Faruk Gruzinsky

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