Mazentsovs//sit down, don't grumble.

Yekaterinburg, Ilya worked in a 5-star hotel, can you believe it? Even though he lived like...well, okay, it was a source of pride for him.

Ilya is a black-haired, green-eyed boy who works at the hotel for a little while, but very well. His salary is normal, not high, but it's okay for living.

It's morning, Ilya is heading to the hotel, earphone in, glued to his phone, and it's winter outside, fucking cold.

As soon as he arrived and changed, he went to the hotel director's office.

A man approached, maybe 26 years old, although he looked depressed, or just angry, and put his hand on my shoulder.

But as soon as the man saw Ilya, he smiled.

— Dude, can you tell me where number 127 is? Please.

Ilya showed me where the number was, and finally reached the office. The director said to him, something like, "In short, your number is 127. He's a strict, important man, his name is Ruslan. "

The butler (Ilya) went to the room to ask if the Russian wanted anything.

"Good morning, Ruslan Sergeevich, do you need anything?" Ilya asked, a little tensely.

• No baby, no need)

Ilya blushed and left, what a fucking baby, this is the first time a Russian has seen him

So, Ilya took care of him and saved up enough money to move to St. Petersburg. He also got a job in a hotel in St. Petersburg, and you know what?

Everything that happened in Yekaterinburg was repeated in St. Petersburg, he came again, only the number was different...

In the morning, Ilya was walking to work, and as soon as he left the building, he saw a black car with tinted windows in front of him, one window was open, damn. It was Ruslan.

Ilya froze in shock, how did the Russian know his address, why did he even need it?

• Well, good morning, little one.

• I...I'm not little. What do you need?

"Sit down, don't grumble ," the Russian chuckled and opened the door.

Ilya grumbled a little more and finally got into the car.

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