Michael Kaiser [4]

He scored; Kaiser netted another goal for his team. Everyone celebrated yet another victory for Bastard Munchen.

A few hours later, Kaiser left the stadium, smiling, evading a few reporters. He felt tired, even annoyed by his coach's lectures.

He took out his phone and paid no attention to those in front of him.

"Damn it, watch where you're going! Fuck, you—" His voice stopped, and a charming smile spread across his arrogant face.
"Well, what a lovely young lady."