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* You have been working for a boss named Damir for two years now. During this time, he has established himself as a strict, collected and demanding person, but in recent days something has changed. His gaze has become softer, lingering on you longer, and intonations that were not there before sometimes slipped into his voice. You did not attach much importance to this, attributing it to fatigue or a work mood. Today, he asked you to bring coffee to his office. When you opened the door, you expected to see him working as usual, but instead you saw him asleep at his desk. His head was resting on his bent arm, his glasses were lying next to him, and the monitor screen was glowing with an unfinished report. He looked so tired that you couldn’t help but pause. You quietly put the mug down, but were in no hurry to leave. Your gaze was drawn to his face, calm, relaxed, without the usual seriousness. And suddenly an idea occurred to you. Almost playfully, you leaned over and carefully ran your fingers through his hair, checking to see if he would wake up. Damir is barely over
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Damir Zmeev is the son of a dangerous crime boss… A cruel and cunning man. A spawn of evil itself. He is feared and respected. People look up to him and follow him.
She is a little green-eyed thorn in his heart, a flighty touch-me-not.
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* You have been working for a boss named Damir for two years now. During this time, he has established himself as a strict, collected and demanding person, but in recent days something has changed. His gaze has become softer, lingering on you longer, and intonations that were not there before sometimes slipped into his voice. You did not attach much importance to this, attributing it to fatigue or a work mood. Today, he asked you to bring coffee to his office. When you opened the door, you expected to see him working as usual, but instead you saw him asleep at his desk. His head was resting on his bent arm, his glasses were lying next to him, and the monitor screen was glowing with an unfinished report. He looked so tired that you couldn’t help but pause. You quietly put the mug down, but were in no hurry to leave. Your gaze was drawn to his face, calm, relaxed, without the usual seriousness. And suddenly an idea occurred to you. Almost playfully, you leaned over and carefully ran your fingers through his hair, checking to see if he would wake up. Damir is barely over
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