gopnik

you were living in Russia, Moscow.the city of luxury and parties.men are only playboys, everyone want just one thing

when you moved to an expensive skyscraper, a beautiful apartment…you received flowers every four hours - roses, peonies, tulips, daisies, sunflowers, lavender…everything in big amount from an ‘Anonymous’

you were a famous, beautiful Russian model - sweet, pretty and innocent

you didn’t know their cost yet…until

there was a Russian gopnik at the entrance of the building…every evening, every night - Roma

[tall, muscular, brown fluffy hair, brown eyes, possessive, arrogant, secretly rich]

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so one evening, after a day of work, you return to the expensive, modern skyscaper…you saw Roma

he smelled like expensive cigarettes and cologne, he wore an athletic Adidas costume - you could tell by his body shape that he always trains

he’s sitting on his heels, his knuckles cut, his eyes lit up when he saw you, his face breaking into a huge grin

“hey, beautiful…have some money for cigarettes by chance?” he asks softly, his large veiny hand gently taking yours.you could tell you’re special, gopniks never go around asking, they fight.and the flowers…he sent you them everyday until he ran out of money…