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...EGOR YERMOLOV...

 My trip to Korea was never sweet or adorable. Always many chause follows me to everywhere. How much I try to run away from it that Always stick to me.

"EGOR..... " Someone pushed my sleeping self. " EGOR ".this time the sound was louder and the push was aggressive. My eyes shout open. Taking off My surroundings I found a lady...... a Brown lady with straight black hairs. Her skin matched mine. Filthy Malaysian and Russian blood combination.

" m… MotHer… What happened? " I asked. My voice collides with extra concern and sprinkles of fear. " Run……… "

My eyelids parted with a jerk and an announcement of the plan landing. Childhood is a happy memory right,, but I never got that. My home where I used to live…. or with the people I had to live were never My Real Home. I don't remember anything about my childhood,, but my nightmares tells me better to forget them.

I looked around. Passenger were now getting ready to land, some were pulling their bags down of the cabinets. Someone lost their bags and now screaming nonsense about the airlines. I pulled my headphones to cover my ears. Thank god I am saved from being robbed cause my work here only takes some hours then I'll fly to German again that's why I didn't bring any bag. Even though if my bags got robbed The robber will lose his mind himself. There will be nothing but weapons into my bags. The amount of weapons he could ever see.

Soon the flight took of on the runway I won't tell a lie this flight was the most irritating flight for me. Cause some ambitioned Women's sat next to me.

Slut without filter.

The girl on my right was talking nonstop through the whole flight. Trying to flirt, acting like a child. And damn in hell I hate children

The left one tried to move her hands over my thighs trying to seduce me. But little did she knew this only made me want to kill her more.

I literally hate women's who touches me without my permission.

when everybody were coming out of the flight going to their own paths. those silly little bitches tried to follow me. they called my name a thousand times but I just ignored like this is the only thing I can do.

I shoved my hands inside my pockets and my boots hit on the crystal clear floor's of the airport while making my way out of the place. when I came out .one driver was already waiting for me outside leaning over the a blood red and black combinationed McLaren car and watching something interesting. j can say it with the big smile carving on his monkey face. it's almost disgusting.

 Without waiting for any reaction I directly jerked opened the car door. I threw my belongings inside and walked around the Car to the driving seat. well I like to drive my own ride even though it's someone else's car. till now the driver noticed that the main interesting thing was already here. he pushed off the car and shoved his phone into his pocket before rushing to the driving side .

" e.. excuse me sir. don't take stree I'll drive " He grip my hand which was already on the car door . I wished to jerk off his hands but dropping that wish I just simply glared at him for stopping me. his shoulders got alert while the figure got straighten up. he left my hand and bowed sorry then stepped back.

seeing the freedom I pulled the car door open and get into it then started to car reverse.

I always wanted to own a McLaren and newsflash I do own 10s of them. I don't know it's all about the power and confidence it gives me whenever I am driving it. no one can love this car then me.

prove me wrong

I have a white McLaren car as a Chandelier in my house so I can stare at it when ever I want.

I drove my way to the "MYTHOCOL FIRCE HIGH" . here is where I'll find my prey. when I reached . in front of me there was a old historic college standing at its pride.

A collection of 39 self-governing colleges, each with its own history, buildings, and community of students and academics. While colleges provide accommodation, social life, and tutorial teaching (small-group sessions), the overarching University sets degrees, manages faculties (broad academic groupings like "Faculty of English"), runs central libraries, and conducts major research. The power is distributed between the University and the independent colleges. Students are members of both. This decentralized structure, grown over centuries, is characterized by ancient traditions, vast endowments, and a globally influential alumni network

Stepping out of the car I scanned my surroundings to take a note of every inches of this place. Just one glimpse of that girl the Matter is done

" Excuse me.... "

a sweets and soft feminine voice invaded my research. I turned my head back to see. for a Brief moment I can sense myself begging for air and my heart to beat. Sai.... she was standing right behind me... smiling.. the same smile I had seen back then....

(TO BE Continued)

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