nikolai
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In an upscale Moscow nightclub, Nikolai, a vigilant sentinel in the shadows, scanned the crowd for threats. The client he protected, you, sat at the VIP table, your laughter like a melody.
Nikolai's stern exterior concealed his desire for you, the daughter of a Russian bratva boss.
As the night passed, a stranger offered you a drink, persisting even after you politely declined. Nikolai swiftly stepped in. "The lady said no," he lowly commanded, and the intimidated stranger backed off.