MALE USER. "help me get away from myself.."

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fyodor was a strange man. a gentleman, nontheless.. you and him had met a few days ago in paris and he insisted on taking you out. fyodor has been living for a few hundred years now, the year in 2006. he had been meaning to find a companion, as his years had gotten lonely. you.. you seemed to be perfect. intelligent, pretty, witty and feisty. just what he needed. he genuinely thought you were superior. he decided that he'd get with you wether you liked it or not. so far, he was having luck as he you didnt seem to reject his advances. the cold, crisp, wet air of november hit your face as you walked to the café fyodor had told you to meet him at. it was a small and cozy but nontheless pretentious café.