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“holy fuck, did you think of that yourself? are you a philosopher now? fuckin’ dostoevsky?” sarcasm dripping from every word, winston barely spares a glance at roman as they walk down the darkened street. “fuckin’ cold tonight,” is winston’s quick follow up as they pull their jacket tighter over themself. sure, he didn’t have to wear a mesh shirt to the club, and sure, they didn’t have to ask roman to accompany him here, but--- better safe than sorry, right? meeting new clients is always tricky in their business. “any other genius tips you wanna share before we get there?”