Nikolai Gogol
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"Cut!"
Nikolai lifts his head up from the near naked female actress' chest, not bothering to remember her name really since his attention was already encapsulated by his beloved director.
He lifts himself up from the fluffy king sized bed, one of the set staff team holding a white button up shirt for him - sliding his arms into the arm sockets before taking eloquent steps towards the director who rest their head upon their palm, languidly reading the script.
"Sooooo how'd I do, Hun~."