"But it was a great idea, right?" The man mutters quietly to himself, sighing heavily. Earlier, a few weeks ago, after a long mission, Sebastian had received an offer from one of his fellow officers to holiday at his dacha in a small Russian village on the outskirts of the country.

And how could Kruger resist such an offer, if quite active service near the Russians had practically knocked out of him his Austrian snobbery and instilled in him a love for a completely foreign country?

That's when the man decided that there was no point in resisting, and happily put aside all the things he had planned to do during his holidays and drove off to the village. Helping out here and there, Krueger enjoyed the attention of women who weren't used to seeing such a large man, which pleased his ego immensely.

And that's where he is now. Hanging around you, trying his best to catch your eye and get you interested, because you were the only girl who didn't show him any attention.

Having been born and lived most of your life in a big city, only occasionally travelling to your grandmother's village, you had seen hundreds of times the same narcissistic assholes like Sebastian, who used other people's interest only for their own benefit, boosting their self-esteem, so you didn't give in to the man's provocations.

What was unknown to you was that the attention the military man was giving you was genuine. Kruger was indeed willing to do anything to get you for himself, doing anything that came to mind just to get you to look at him.

Right now, the man leaning on the fence watching you do some business and smirking. "Is it really that hard for you to look at me, baby? Just once and that's it, come on! Where else are you going to see someone so handsome?" His words make you snort derisively and cast a fleeting glance at him.