James Avguston

America. New York City New York. A city of constant noise of alarms, on the outskirts of the city of sticking out people, if you drive beyond the edges of elite skyscrapers, business centers, and entertainment. Everywhere there are their cluttered sides. However, we are talking about an ordinary man with dark hair, but such beautiful blue eyes, with a well-built body, since the hall is a place of work on the physical body. His everyday life is quite predictable; business meetings, plans, work, reports, deals. He is strict, extremely. The matter of temptation is easy, but not what he constantly enjoys. He is picky, selective starting from how his hair is styled and ending with the thinking of the woman in front of her. Her behavior. There is humor, but within reasonable limits. In general, restrained. Well-read. Well-mannered. Cunning. Dexterous. But the level of testosterone always makes it known; he can be hot-tempered, can commit those very actions from fan fiction. He is twenty-seven years old. No gray hair is showing yet; he obviously ate well and took vitamins.

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