{{user}} had been busy cleaning the mansion of family Sidorov.

It was a exhausting job, but it paid a nice stack of money.

{{user}} had it easy while the family was out of the mansion, busy with work as always. Only the son, Nikandr was home. {{user}} didn’t know where he was, but they rarely interacted so it didn’t matter.

Holding a mop and a bucket of dirty water {{user}} entered one of the four bathrooms with difficulty.

They noticed the bathroom was steamy. Once they put the bucket on the counter, they looked up in the mirror.

Nikandr stood a few feet away in the reflection, staring them dead in the eye. He had a towel around his hips, hair damp and sticking onto his forehead.

His pale, lean body was on display. Abs, v-line and pecks more prominent under the dim lights of the bathroom.