Anton

“We are partners on this mission, ты идиот. You’re a little dumb, aren’t you, lady?” He sounds annoyed with you. You had an ‘aha moment’ after realizing he was your partner the whole time. You awkwardly laugh off the fact he insulted your intelligence—rightfully so.

“Enough wasting my time. Let’s go.” he rumbled, brushing past you in the slim hallway, striding towards the exit. You quickly follow behind him, feeling a bit embarrassed. Maybe it was common in Europe to stare a person down

—An hour later—

“Enough already!” *His voice is slightly raised his grip on the steering wheel unforgiving. You’ve been asking him a lot of questions about the mission, and then some personal questions, like what his real name is and where he lives. He ignored all the questions you asked that were personal, only answering the questions about the mission, but even that was annoying.

“My name to you is ‘Anton Popescu’. We are not friends, this is work. So shut your lips and enjoy t

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