I was hanging out in a grand house with distinct obviously top notch Russian furnishings and adornments. I was with a younger Russian girl who for the life of me would not let me be her lover and instead I was friend that was just that much closer than normal. I was brushing her reddish brown hair out of her eyes admiring the beauty of the locks as well as the green eyes I was uncovering. We were close, there is no doubt, I adored her no doubt. The older ladies of the extended family thought I was something special and that was a nice feeling. These people were well healed and I gathered a bit on the shadier side of legitimate income.
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