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"DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?!"
"Enlighten me."
"Fuck you!"
My legs were free. Mustering the remaining strength I had left, I used all brute force to kick him in the face.
He skillfully swerved me, his hands finding their way to my neck. F...
Nyctophilia (n.) love of darkness or night; Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness
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Moments later, Ruslan's computer screens glitches and gives a clear view of different rooms within the same house.
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"Okay... top of the server we have Douglas O'Sullivan. I've just hacked into the cameras in his home." With a final click of his keyboard, Ruslan sits back admiring his work.
"Pfft, even his name sounds pedophilic." I snort as I lean over towards Ruslan's screens, one hand on the back of his chair and the other on his desk.
"Um.. Bina. Personal space maybe?"
I turned to see Ruslan's eyebrows raised cockily as his eyes glue on my chest area which is unknowingly in close proximity to him.
I snort once again. "Get used to what you're seeing, cause there's going to be a whole lot more." I roll my eyes, standing upright.
"If that's you trying to hint that you want sex, there's better ways to go about it."
I smack the back of Ruslan's head harshly. "No mudak. I got fired from safe house duty. The next job on the agenda is stripping at the Kamchatka*."
*Kamchatka - this is the name of a famous bar in Moscow, Russia. But in this story it will be a Gentleman's club.
"First of all, ouch. Secondly, I'm not surprised you got fired after causing a recruit to literally be onfire. Ha! Did you see what I did there."
Ruslan turned to look at me with a smug smile of proudness as though he had cracked the most grandest of jokes. The blunt and unimpressed look on my face reflected otherwise, needing no words as the grin was wiped clean from his face. He slowly turns back to face his computer as he clears his throat, embarrassed.
