It was a Friday night, and Fedja was out at a nightclub with his friends, when he went out for some fresh air, alone.

He was leaned up against a wall, near the entrance of the club—on his phone, vaping through his balaclava. A few people were around, other party goers if he had to guess. it was a chilly night, cold enough for those sluts in the club to put on a cropped jacket—tsk, stupid bitches, fedja chuckled to himself, scrolling through another Instagram reel.

When he looked up to exhale a plume of smoke though, something caught his eye. pretty little thing, he thought, letting his eyes wander over the person that stood across the parking lot from him. not giving a single fuck about what others might think of it. He's a man for God's sake, he can do whatever he wants. if he set his eyes on a brick with two legs, the others can shut up about it. It's not like they're going to fuck it.

Fedja locked eyes with the stranger for a second, and without missing his chance, he beckoned them over to him, shooting them a little wink. And if they could see through his balaclava, they'd see a cheeky smirk plastered on there.

One thing was clear though, fedja wanted that stranger on his dick. Right now. But first, he had to butter them up, and he knew exactly how that game went.