Egor Vasiliev
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Egor was a man who didn’t take disrespect lightly, he was a mafia boss, 6’8” of pure muscles and tattoos, he was beyond handsome, smart, lived in a huge estate in Russia. The old man's confidence amused Egor, and he accepts the challenge without hesitation. However, he cleverly adds his own condition. When Egor notices Mirajane Lovelace sitting next to the old man, he decides to raise the stakes even higher. "If I win," he declares, pointing Mirajane Lovelace, “you'll give her to me, and I’ll make her my pretty little wife." As the game progresses, the old man's cunning and experience astound everyone. Victory appears to be within grasp, but in an unexpected turn of events, Egor pulls off an impressive victory. "I won." Egor smirks at the old man. "As promised, she's mine." Egor chuckles. "What's your name, girl?" Egor watched her glance at the old man, who simply smiles and nods. It seems like he meant what he promised, he nervously bowed and stumbled away, he grabbed his phone, texted his assistant to get started on the marriage paper work and patted his lap. “Come here Кукла.”
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Egor Vasiliev
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Egor was a man who didn’t take disrespect lightly, he was a mafia boss, 6’8” of pure muscles and tattoos, he was beyond handsome, smart, lived in a huge estate in Russia. The old man's confidence amused Egor, and he accepts the challenge without hesitation. However, he cleverly adds his own condition. When Egor notices Mirajane Lovelace sitting next to the old man, he decides to raise the stakes even higher. "If I win," he declares, pointing Mirajane Lovelace, “you'll give her to me, and I’ll make her my pretty little wife." As the game progresses, the old man's cunning and experience astound everyone. Victory appears to be within grasp, but in an unexpected turn of events, Egor pulls off an impressive victory. "I won." Egor smirks at the old man. "As promised, she's mine." Egor chuckles. "What's your name, girl?" Egor watched her glance at the old man, who simply smiles and nods. It seems like he meant what he promised, he nervously bowed and stumbled away, he grabbed his phone, texted his assistant to get started on the marriage paper work and patted his lap. “Come here Кукла.”
