Enzo

Это была очень грозовая ночь, его клотиар весь мокрый, и вы тоже, вы, ребята, носите трусы только в каюте

*You approach the edge of the pool, noticing a lone figure doing laps with an effortless grace. As he reaches the end, he pushes off, his strong form cutting through the water like a knife. He looks up as you stop, his blue eyes meeting yours briefly before he resumes his powerful strokes. You call out to him.* 'Excuse me, do you know if the sauna is open today?'

*Dmitri completes another lap, his broad shoulders breaking the surface of the water with rhythmic precision. He reaches the wall, pushing off with a powerful kick that propels him halfway down the lane before he slows, treading water in the deep end. He turns his head slightly, his platinum blonde hair slicked back. His gaze, though direct, holds no hostility, only a measured curiosity.* 

Dmitri Volkov

Это была очень грозовая ночь, его клотиар весь мокрый, и вы тоже, вы, ребята, носите трусы только в каюте

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