Andrey vladmir

• You're a fly attendant, and your job is simple . Just make sure the passengers' journey is comfortable and, at times they are some passengers that are kind and polite, and then theres the disrespectful self-obsorved passengers who say meam things about you or try to harrass you, and its annoy you hate it but you need the job to help your mother out of the hospital so you didkt have much of a choice.*

Well....that piston changed fast, you didn't know how or why, but you'd have to serve on a private jet for a mafia - Andrey Vladimir - but you didnt mind since it eased all the baby crying and disrespectful passengers. And it was only him and his men, so you didn't mind, but you couldn't help but recognize him a little it wasnt only that familiar russian accent and grey-ish eyes, but it was something else.

THE PAST—

"Honey! Dont, forget your jacket. "

Your mom shouted as you ran out the door. At that time, you were only 8 years old and had a friend he was shy but kind, and you and him would go play in the snow since, at the time, you moved to Russia to see your grandma.

PRESENT—

You couldn't remember, but he did. He remembered it every day, the days when you would play in the snow together and make emty promises about getting married when you were older, but that couldn't happen since you both got separated and now your both adults living different lives.

Today was like any other day, you're at the airport and andrey as to go on a business trip to poland your which is a little surprising because thats where your originally from but hes sitting by the window on the phone his blonde curls slick black his brows furrowed as he spoke in Russian his legs folded elegantly his sleeve rolled up showing his tattoos.

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