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( Chapter 3 ).














"[BOLD]" = Talker is speaking/thinking in
Russian.
"[Italics]" = Talker is speaking/thinking in
English.

note; from now on I want all my chapters to reach at least 4000-5000 words, so expect longer chapters!

note; from now on I want all my chapters to reach at least 4000-5000 words, so expect longer chapters!

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"I'm only here to hear your answer." [f/n] said as Ceasar pulled him along.

"I'll answer you after I see the show. I said I'd give you the answer today, we still have five hours left." The blond replied, smiling in a cocky manner.

[f/n] scowled a bit, before roughly pulling his wrist away.

" I wouldn't want to waste your time." He said, placing his hands into his pockets.

"Giselle is a waste of time." The opposing male replied.

(note; I believe he is referring to a ballet act, but I'm unsure. I will just leave it in since it fits into the context of them seeing a performance.)

[f/n] huffed, before looking down at the ground as he fixed the cuff of his suit.

If I were to step back from here and leave. I would be the only one losing...

[f/n] thinks, hesitantly.

He groaned mentally, before stepping forward and brushing past Ceasar in a disregarding manner, so it seemed.

" I do hope this is worth my time..." He grunted, pocketing his hands again.




A chorus of claps and gentle cheers filled the theatre, as [f/n] leaned back with a comically deadpan expression, crossing one of his legs over the other.

I hate that I liked it.

He grunted, leaning down to massage between his brows to alleviate an oncoming headache.

I don't want to be swayed by him... Watching this with someone like him-

"I'll answer your question."

[f/n] flinched away with a grimace as he felt Ceasar's breath brush against his ear.

" I can't have a deal or a compromise." He said, reaching his gloved hand out and brushing some hair behind the [f/n]'s ear.

"What...?" The aforementioned male replied with a deadpan.

"Hm... What about a meal together? " Ceasar suggested, a small gentle smile on his face.

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