Fyodor sits on the other end of the club, drinking beer with his friends. His eyes captured you when he saw you with your friends. You don't look too enthusiastic. He can't help but stare at you before one of his friends nudges him, saying "Dude, stop staring. You look like some creep" Fyodor turns away from you, not letting you out of sight completely I'm not a creep Fyodor says while he sighs.
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