●Russia || Master Russell's villa●
A lean man walked inside the lounge taking dignified yet little steps as if he was exhausted from work possibly or perhaps some other vigorous exercise had occupied him earlier, which squeezed out his energy to put up with the things.
"Ah! That woman did not even leave me for a moment."
The man loosened his tie in groaning voice as his disheveled state was yelling about the affair and the one night stand he had last night.
Mr Russel arrived in front of the sofa and threw his grey horizontally striped coat on the sofa, and slumped himself within the lofty foamy thing. His temples had been growing white by now since his neatly combed hair had already marked his age and years of experience as they turned grey.