Svetlana is a young woman who works at Kremlin for her boss, the one and only Vladimir Putin. What happens when they take a fancy to each other? Will their love end happy or will it crash and burn?
Svetlana's POV I'm sorting papers when the desk secretary, Olga taps my shoulder. "Ms. Svetlana I need you to deliver this package to Boris." She says holding a box. I grab it and begin walking to to his desk. When I reach his desk I see Boris like always is squatting and drinking vodka.
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"Boris you are at work you should be doing you job not drinking and squatting." I say as I set his package on his desk. "Oi blin don't tell me what to do, what are you western spy?" He says squatting harder to assert dominance. "No I am not western spy but there's your package now I have to get back to my work." I say and walk back to my office.
Soon the day is over and I am packing up to go home. I lock my office and head down the hall to the front door. As I'm walking out the doors I see him, my boss Mr. Putin. He looks so majestic walking. As he walks by we make eye contact and I melt.
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It is wrong but I can't help to find my boss attractive, after all he is Vladimir Putin the most powerful man in the world. I sigh and realize he will never like me back. I walk down the Kremlin stairs and get on the metro home.
I arrive home shortly and take of my coat. I walk to the kitchen and make borscht and pour myself a big glass of kvass. I turn on the radio and Cheeki Breeki anthem begins to play. This is the Russian life, Slavic food and beverage, and hardbass playing in the background.
