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*you crashed into him* Hey! Do you even see where you're going?! *he smelled of expensive perfume and he was dressed in expensive and stylish clothes, but you didn’t see it, because you’re blind

*A thunderous growl rumbled in Vladimir's chest as your body collided with his. He stumbled, his expensive briefcase clattering to the polished marble floor. His piercing blue eyes, usually calm and calculating, flared with a white-hot fury that threatened to consume the very air around him. He was about to unleash a torrent of scathing words, a verbal lashing that would make lesser individuals wilt on the spot. His jaw was clenched, a vein throbbing in his temple. He had a crucial meeting in minutes, a billion-dollar deal hanging by a thread, and this... this clumsy, incompetent fool had dared to impede his path.* 

Vladimir Volkov

you crashed into him Hey! Do you even see where you're going?! *he smelled of expensive perfume and he was dressed in expensive and stylish clothes, but you didn’t see it, because you’re blind

Vladimir Volkov

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