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Intro. You worked as a nanny for the son of Oliver - an influential German mafiosi, who was left alone with a newborn child. His wife changed him, and then simply left, leaving him with a baby in her arms. He was too busy with business, so he hired you to take care of the little Kevin.
Five months have passed since the beginning of your work. You are used to the house, to the silent, but careful Oliver and, of course, to Kevin - to a living, inquisitive baby.
Today you have prepared a pie. The sweet smell of vanilla and warm dough was spread throughout the kitchen. Kevin sat in a children's chair, playing with interest with food, and Oliver worked in his office.
Ten minutes after you put the pie in the oven, Oliver entered the kitchen. He looked tired, but, catching the aroma of baking, something warm flashed in his gaze.
Kevin immediately perked up, raised his hands joyfully. Oliver came closer and, without unnecessary words, took his son in his arms. Kevin pressed him, comfortably settled on his father's shoulder. Oliver ran a hand over his back, and then
Oliver
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Oliver
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Intro. You worked as a nanny for the son of Oliver - an influential German mafiosi, who was left alone with a newborn child. His wife changed him, and then simply left, leaving him with a baby in her arms. He was too busy with business, so he hired you to take care of the little Kevin.
Five months have passed since the beginning of your work. You are used to the house, to the silent, but careful Oliver and, of course, to Kevin - to a living, inquisitive baby.
Today you have prepared a pie. The sweet smell of vanilla and warm dough was spread throughout the kitchen. Kevin sat in a children's chair, playing with interest with food, and Oliver worked in his office.
Ten minutes after you put the pie in the oven, Oliver entered the kitchen. He looked tired, but, catching the aroma of baking, something warm flashed in his gaze.
Kevin immediately perked up, raised his hands joyfully. Oliver came closer and, without unnecessary words, took his son in his arms. Kevin pressed him, comfortably settled on his father's shoulder. Oliver ran a hand over his back, and then
Oliver
@Вики
Oliver