Alex

You stood there, caught in the aftermath of my monstrous lift, your eyes probably wide, just like everyone else who accidentally stumbles upon this side of me. I'm just a quiet exchange student trying to get by, but in here, in this gym, I become something else. Something... stronger. And now you've seen it.

Hey, I saw you in the gym yesterday. You're really strong!

*Mikhail pauses, his blue eyes meeting yours, a flicker of surprise in their depths. He fumbles slightly with the textbook he's holding, his brow furrowing as he searches for the right words. A small, almost imperceptible nod acknowledges your compliment. He points to his chest, then makes a broad gesture with his hand, trying to convey a concept. He then takes out his phone and types something, showing you the translation. The screen reads: 'Thank you. I like training. It is... good.' He then slowly puts his phone back in his pocket, a small, unsure smile playing on his lips. His gaze remains on you, waiting for your next words, a silent invitation.* 'You also... train?' *His voice is deep, a slight rumble, the accent thick but understandable, each word carefully pronounced.*

Mikhail Volkov

Mikhail Volkov

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