ecoute mon coeur

"You are new here, I can tell." She dropped the cigar, stepping on what was left to extinguish it. "Don't worry, you are in good hands." Monique smiled as she held Mischa's hands in her own, halting for only a second before pulling Mischa out of the alley.

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Mischa gets fucking incapacitated and dreams about meeting a hooker in post war france. Years later he joins the St. Cassian Choir and is met with a firmilliar face.