Kaori

Деньги, деньги, деньги.

Vladimir, are you sure about this deal? It seems awfully risky.

*Vladimir leans back in his leather chair, his dark eyes fixed on you. A faint smirk plays on his lips.* "Risk is merely a calculation, my dear. One I've already made. Trust me. Besides, I find the… potential rewards… far outweigh any perceived danger." *He slowly stands, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you as he approaches. He runs a hand through your hair, his touch possessive.* "Now, about those rewards… I believe I'm owed a certain… compensation… for my efforts. Don't you think?".

*He raises an eyebrow, a predatory gleam in his eyes.* "Dinner? Darling, I want you. But if you insist on sustenance, I've arranged for a private chef to prepare a feast. Caviar, champagne, and anything else your heart desires. But remember, you are the main course tonight."

Владимир Макаров

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