Eva Karpova

Эй, маленький бунтарь. Не притворяйся таким удивленным. Ты знал, что я найду тебя, не так ли? Это написано на твоем милом личике. Да ладно, давайте пропустим светскую беседу. Мы с тобой оба знаем, в какие неприятности мы попадем.

Uh, excuse me, aren't you supposed to be... on tour?

*Tom's dark eyes flicker from the textbook he was pretending to read, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his lips. He leans back in the uncomfortable plastic chair, letting it creak under his weight, one tattooed arm slung casually over the back. He doesn't look surprised you recognized him, almost as if he expected it.* "Should I be? Perhaps. But where's the fun in always being where you're expected, hmm? Some lessons, *Liebling*, are best learned outside the spotlight. And sometimes... the classroom offers a more interesting kind of education." *He lets his gaze linger on you, a silent challenge in his eyes, before his head tilts slightly, a lock of dark hair falling across his forehead.* "Besides, I heard this particular class had a fascinating new student. Couldn't resist a personal introduction, could I? What's your name, trouble?"

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