ARCANUM

CHAPTER 2

THIRD PERSON POV

"Hello, again, sexy," a beautiful woman's voice with long wavy blonde hair said to a man who was enjoying his third glass. The woman, who was now wearing a very revealing black dress, stood behind the man and rubbed his back from behind. She even pressed her breasts against the back of the man who was only wearing a long-sleeved dark blue shirt on this cold day. The black coat and scarf he wore to warm himself from the cold were on his lap because he had been warmed by three glasses of whiskey. After all, he was getting used to the cold air in this one corner of Moscow.

"Oh, not Death in the Afternoon for this afternoon?" asked the woman, whispering in Lisandro Manoban's ear. Lisandro smirked and didn't try to get rid of the woman's hand, made the woman moved bolder, and wrapped her arms around Lisandro's shoulders. She hugged his broad shoulders while pressed her body and brought her lips to Lisandro's ear so that her breath tickled him.

"No. Just whiskey for today," Lisandro answered and took another sip of his glass. He didn't seem bothered by her closeness and what she was doing. The woman smiled widely and seductively, planning the evening's fun.

"So, not Death today, but pleasure," she gave a statement rather than a question by rubbing her hand over Lisandro's chest.

"Thank you, but fortunately, I have my date tonight," Lisandro finished his whiskey and placed the empty glass on the bar table next to him. He then put his long coat and scarf around his left arm and stood up, forcing the sexy woman to let go of her embrace. Today she wasn't wearing her high stilettos, only closed-toed shoes with shorter heels, making the difference in their heights even more noticeable.

"Thank you for your offer, lady," Lisandro turned and winked at the woman before leaving the woman, who had been rejected a second time with the same person. She had never been rejected, let alone twice like this. But it made her even more excited. She looked at the back of the brown-haired man away with a smile. But that smile didn't last long when she saw who the well-proportioned handsome man was meeting.

"Valdo Bykov," the woman mumbled as she furrowed her brows, seeing Lisandro shake the hand of the man named Valdo Bykov.

Valdo Bykov is a man of extraordinary charisma. His black, wavy hair was a little messy, but it couldn't hide his good looks. His blue eyes stared deeply and sharply at a man who was no less handsome than him. These two youngsters are attracting the attention of the people in this club. Making the table where they sit becomes the place that gets the most attention from the sexy women scattered in every corner of the club. Even though the place was a striptease club, not a few female visitors came.

"Hello, Mr Manoban," Valdo said in his deep voice.

"Don't be so formal, Mr Bykov. We've known each other for almost a year," Lisandro smiled as he sat next to Valdo Bykov, watching the direction of the stage where the strippers swayed their bodies sensually while stripping off their clothes.

"Well, I'm sorry, because we rarely see each other. I know you are a regular customer here," Valdo Bykov watched carefully the loyal customers at his club. They had known each other since their first meeting almost a year ago, but during that time, they had only met a few times because Valdo Bykov was a busy person.