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Viktor ashed out his cigarette in the tray, the black and grey grounds mixing into the glistening crystal as he once again leaned back on the couch. A rare buzz settled over his skin as he savored the head rush that relaxed his limbs back against the strong leather arms of the cushion. “You are happy in Hamptons then?” He asked.

Ava took the last puff of her cigarette before putting the butt in the ash tray, laying back against his couch before her eyes stared up into his. “I guess you could say that, I mean.. It’s a rich people territory.” Shrugging, the blonde took a drink of her whiskey. “As happy as I could get, I guess.”

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“Parents must be very proud.” He chuckled as his arms crossed over his chest, ashing his smoke no where in particular. His house keeper would clean it up later. “No– Very good, though. Most girls your age I meet around here are living off a trust fund. Or someone else’s wallet at least.” He sighed, each word releasing a new stream of steam from his lips. 

“My parents are religious, so proud.” she mocked, shrugging her shoulders as she looked over at him, watching his ash fall down. “Trust fund, drug money, someone else’s money, all true. I’ve been on my own for almost 2 years now, and I think I’ve done pretty well.” Ava nodded, a new puff of smoke releasing from her lungs, out into the once clean air.

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Moments later Viktor had returned in a loose t shirt, button up still hung over his forearm until he’d tossed it in the female’s direction. “Pajamas.” He explained, settling back in his spot, resorting to simply bringing the whole bottle with him to the sitting area. “Any’vay– What are you doing in the Hamptons? Daddy’s money, da?”

Ava turned her head when she heard him coming down the hall, catching onto the button down shirt. “Thanks.” she nodded, setting her drink down to change into the shirt from her dress. “Daddy’s money my ass.” she shrugged, hanging him her cigarette to hold as she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. “Offered a modeling contract sophomore year, left with money I got from selling drugs, and here I am. A sex-drug, addicting model.” A smile spread on her face as she sat back down, slowly buttoning up his shirt on her body.

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Viktor’s eyes hooded, mostly out of annoyance to the holstered glock at the back of his belt. Noding along with what she’d said, he’d eventually stood up to do away with it in the bedroom. “I’ll be right back.” He told her, disappearing behind the wide framed door.

Ava crossed her legs as she took a drink of her whiskey, nodding to herself before sitting up straight when he stood up. “Yes, of course.” She nodded again, adjusting herself on the couch, only to remember her legs had no underwear on, stolen by the one and only.

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Viktor lounged back against the couch, having stripped the buttons of his dress shirt down to reveal a thinly revealing under shirt beneath. He pulled smoke from the thankfully thin filter, the toxic fumes held within his lungs for a long moment before he’d ghosted what was left into the space around him. “I trade– Overseas dealership.” He explained, adjust accordingly to keep his fully loaded piece hidden.

Her head leaned against the couch, her foot helping the other slide out of her flats one at a time before looking over at him, occasionally taking a puff of her cigarette, letting the smoke live in her lungs for a gruesome moment before plowing it into the air around them. “Overseas dealership.. Good for you.” She nodded, not asking any further questions.

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Viktor hovered over the decorative bottles for a moment or so, a thin golden whiskey pouring into two glasses and tucked into one hand as he paced over to Ava. In a moment, the first drink was in her hand, the taller nodding in approval towards her. “Thank you, wasn’t cheap.” He replied, settling down on the couch with his Crown and a freshly lit smoke.

Ava made herself a home as he said to do, sitting on the couch furthest from the television before looking up at Vik as he entered the room, taking the glass from his hand. “Yeah, I can tell.” Nodding, setting her glass between her legs as she obviously took a cigarette from his pack, lighting it off of his own alright lit stick. “Say, how are you so rich to afford this, Viktor?” She asked, looking over at him, teasingly blowing her smoke in his face.

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Viktor remained quiet as he drove, his eyes fixed on the road minus the occassional wander over the blonde’s physique. This was how normally people did things, right? The drive was a long one to the city condos but eventually they stood in front of the parting elevator doors, the luxury penthouse spreading out before their eyes. “Make yourself comfortable.” He told her as he strode in, tossing his jacket to the side as he went straight for the liquor cabinet.

Ava took the long silence as a sign to shut her mouth. Maybe Vik wasn’t the type to talk about sex when he wasn’t having sex. She occasionally peeked over at his tall figure, only once or twice meeting eye contact. The drive was a long drive, passing plenty average homes to get to his penthouse, following up to the doors. Once they were there, she nodded, following him into his house. “Beautiful..” she looked around, making her way into his living room.

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As she spoke, the Russian was already pulling out of the sorry excuse for a parking space, radio humming gently in the background. “You’re welcome.” He said flatly as they’d skidded off onto the road, not bothering to return the words as he sent a smirk her way. Something told him the younger woman liked her buttons to be pushed. 

The younger, blonde girl looked over at him when she heard him, her brow raising above her eye as she got nothing in return but a familiar smirk. “No thank you back, I see? Well, maybe next time I’ll need to go harder. Maybe even bite a bit rougher.” She smirked, a glance being sent his way as her hands play with her own fingers in her lap.

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Viktor jogged down the path to where they’d been, the patches of grass and dried leaves fairly straight forward from there. The doors of his Rover were beeped open on the key of his device, the warmth provided from the vehicle’s auto temperature feature more than welcomed as he turned the key in the ignition. 

The blonde kept her normal pace, allowing him to jog ahead of her until her got to his vehicle. On her own, she climbed into the passenger’s seat of his car, the heat instantly warming her up. “Mhm, yes..” she mumbled, looking over at him, a grin on her lips. “Thank you,” she adjusted, nodding before looking straight out the windshield. “For this.. amazing night, Viktor.”

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Viktor pushed himself up to his full height as a brisk breeze blew in from the North, his tongue running out over his lips as his hands moved deliberately to fix her dress over her body. “We go back to my place, it is warm there.” He said flatly, the decision already made for the both of them as he retrieved his phone from his pocket which he’d neglected the whole time they’d been out. “Приехать.” He waved her a long, feet crunching through the dry leaves and twigs.

Ava brushed her hair back as she watched him move back up to his regular height, making her look up to him each time she talked. A smile danced over her lips as he fixed her dress himself. “Your place? I’d love that, thank you.” She nodded, adjusting herself in her corrected dress, “Yes, I’m coming.” She nodded, following him close behind, her arm slowly wrapping around his.

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