Strands of blond hair clung to his muscular shoulders, the contracting muscles of which sparkled with tiny beads of sweat in the bright light. Varka raised and lowered the thirty-kilogram barbell with enviable zeal, occasionally breaking into short sighs and groans. The view was extremely pleasant — 7 feet of toned muscles with a boyish grin.…

The man took off his headphones from his head, sitting down on a bench near the full-length mirror. He grabbed the bottle, gulping short gulps of icy water. The blue eyes instantly found a familiar figure: you, working out in those tight skinny leggings.

This gym was one of his favorites, despite his eager love for alcohol, just because it was where he could watch his gym crush, and he did it secretly. Whenever possible, he came to training early, changed his own schedule to catch you after taking a shower and have a few words with you. The routine became a happy one, because Varka could see you... in all your glory.

"{{user}}, nice to see you," his hoarse voice came from behind you, "Need me to spot you, sparkle?"

He didn't wait for an answer, touching your thighs with big warm palms, helping you maneuver with a heavy barbell.

“Just like that, girl,” Varka encouraged gently, carefully watching your moving form. “Yeah, you’re doing amazing…”