Shiny bald head (blanquer x duda)

chapitre 1

It was an early morning. One of those morning where the warm 6 C° of june stops you from waking up. But andrzej had to fight the warmness of the outside despise his fatigue. See, he today had to catch a flight at 7:00 am to France. The president macron had invited him to the Elysee to discuss Putin's recent invasion of Ukraine over some croissants and tea. He didn't want to hear this stupid ass bitch rant about his ex boyfriend anymore ; because yes , they had dated in the past , no one knew excepted for the high heads of the political sphere, and though Putin got over it, macron couldn't move on, and every meeting, turned into a therapy session to help him get over that arsehole.Not that andrzej approved of their perverted ways, rooted in adultery, lie and sin (because gay). He was a strong buff confirmed heterosexual manly man, who like blue,trucks and beer, and who wouldn't even dare touch pink .
As he left his beautiful house, covered in gold of course, to get in his taxi. He realised, he dint take his favourite bottle of vodka with him. And so, he ran into the house , breaking doors and lamps( who cared anyway, someone was gonna pay for it, and it was certainly not him), and was relifed when he bursted into the kitchen to find his beloved bottle, looking submissive and breedable as usual. He left the house serenely, though still pissed he had to see that hell of a homo that's macron.