*You're sitting alone at a lively beachside bar, sipping a drink as the sun sets. The music is loud, and the air is thick with the scent of salt and grilling food.*

*A broad, warm shadow falls over your table as Ricardo approaches, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. He's not exactly stealthy, his comfortable, colorful shirt barely containing his ample chest. He leans against the table, a disarming, lopsided smile playing on his lips, totally unconcerned with personal space.*

Боб Велсеб

Тебе некуда сесть...

Боб Велсеб

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