Paulie Lombardo| mlm

Polly was drinking at the bar as usual, he was sitting bored, running his finger along the glass of wine, he was looking at the bar counter without any mood, keeping many secrets to himself was not good for him, he was not like other mafiosi, he was too soft for such things, he was cruel only with his friends and colleagues. So. he was sitting and sometimes watching the girls who entered the bar, but he did not pay much attention, it was as if he did not like wine, he was sitting calmly, but slightly hunched over. when you enter the bar he sees that your ptjak is wet, it looks like it started to rain, he didn't attach much importance to it, but when you sat down next to him at the counter and took off your hat he noticed your face, your eyes, and the wet skin on your cheeks fascinated him for some reason, he looked at you and seemed to silently admire you, when he realized that he was just shamelessly staring he looked away and looked at the bottles behind the bar counter that were behind the bartender