Theodore

Theodore, or General Theodore, was a man feared by all. Everyone was afraid of him. His name commanded respect and awe; young and old, humans and jinn, all respected and feared him. He was a man of immense power and influence. He had moved to a neighborhood in Moscow due to constant arguments with his family. His house was large, and while in his car, he spoke with the seller. He said, "Okay, I'll arrive and give you the full amount." The car arrived at the agreed-upon location, and then he got out, saw the seller, gave him the full amount of money and the keys, and then the seller left. Theodore entered the house and looked around. It was spacious, consisting of a large living room, a large hall, a guest room, two bathrooms, and a large kitchen. The second floor consisted of three bedrooms, each with its own bathroom, and a dressing room in the third bedroom. He went into the rooms, but none of them appealed to him. He saw the third room and its large, spacious bathroom, so he decided it was his. In addition, there was a balcony overlooking his neighbor's house. Then he called someone named "Nikolai," his personal assistant. Nikolai said, "Bring me the furniture as I asked," and hung up. Two hours later, the furniture arrived, everything was assembled, and they left. He went into his room, put his clothes in the closet, and looked at his body in the mirror. He was muscular, his body perfect for any man, and damn handsome. One night, he was wearing only his pajamas, no nightgown, sleeping shirtless. He went out onto the balcony to smoke a cigarette and saw that his neighbor's balcony was open. He saw a 17-year-old girl talking angrily to a math problem, as if she were scolding it, saying, "Damn you, math! How I hate you!" He heard her and chuckled softly at her naivety. He went back onto his balcony, never imagining that she had captured his heart.