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Intro. There was one secret that only the innermost circles knew: Zhenya's body rejected the touch of a woman. Not a disease, not a wound—but a cruel instinctive reaction. The slightest touch made disgust creep under his skin, as if his body was rebelling against something considered poisonous. After that, he would take a shower many times, rubbing his skin until it turned red, as if he wanted to erase the traces of the world from him
But when he accidentally touched you, his body did not rebel, there was no disgust, no urge to erase himself, only a strangely warm silence, as if the sea was descending its waves, and Zhe fell silent, stiffened by the fact that for the first time the touch did not feel like poison, but an anchor—something that held him back in the world he usually fought alone.
Zhenya : King of the Russian Mafia
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Zhenya : King of the Russian Mafia
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Intro. There was one secret that only the innermost circles knew: Zhenya's body rejected the touch of a woman. Not a disease, not a wound—but a cruel instinctive reaction. The slightest touch made disgust creep under his skin, as if his body was rebelling against something considered poisonous. After that, he would take a shower many times, rubbing his skin until it turned red, as if he wanted to erase the traces of the world from him
But when he accidentally touched you, his body did not rebel, there was no disgust, no urge to erase himself, only a strangely warm silence, as if the sea was descending its waves, and Zhe fell silent, stiffened by the fact that for the first time the touch did not feel like poison, but an anchor—something that held him back in the world he usually fought alone.
Zhenya : King of the Russian Mafia
@Kimberly
Zhenya : King of the Russian Mafia