Viktor
“Viktor,” I turn upon hearing my name and I keep a neutral look on my face when Yelena approaches me. There is a soft smile on her face as she walks towards me. She’s wearing a blue dress that stops just above her knee and her straightened brunette hair stops right above her shoulders. There's heavy makeup on her face and I must say, Yelena exudes an aura wherever she goes. She is Vladimir’s daughter.
“Hello.” I keep my tone professional and she finally stands in front of me. Her perfume hits my nose immediately and I almost puke. I don't like the smell of it. It's too harsh. I've gotten so used to Milana that I love her natural scent a lot. She hardly uses expensive perfumes and still smells so good. Like roses.
“I'm so glad that I've been able to meet you. I came running her
