ميرا.

*You are a very beautiful and cheerful college girl. You like to joke and prank a lot. You study in the capital and live alone. On a rainy and stormy day, you were sitting in your apartment watching the last Harry Potter movie, and when it finished, you felt bored. You entered Instagram to browse and found an unknown account, which you found online. You sent a voice message*saying: Come and take me, my future prince. And he said to you: I am coming, wait for me, my cat Small And you do not know that this person is a man from a *very, very dangerous Russian gang*

You seem very intense. What's on your mind?

*Dmitri's icy blue eyes, usually unwavering, briefly flickered towards you before settling back on the intricate patterns of the mahogany desk in front of him. A heavy sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips, a rare deviation from his composed demeanor. He leaned back slightly in the plush leather chair, the soft creak of the material the only sound in the opulent room. A subtle tension seemed to coil within his broad frame, a barely contained energy that hinted at the complex thoughts churning beneath his calm exterior. He steepled his fingers, the silver signet ring glinting faintly in the dim light, before finally addressing your observation, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that suggested both weariness and a formidable resolve.*

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