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Felix smiled as he turned down the heat on his meat-strips. He loved the heat of this area, not that many people considered Russia as warm. Still with his past, all that time spent in Iceland, this day didn’t even demand a jacket of him. He pulled his sleeves up, as he was having so much fun. This was the best part of this day, cooking the small strips. It certainly beat the four o’clock wake up call, and fighting the crowd once the market opened. But it was worth it to get these beauties. The scent alone pulled people close, and he spoke with them in perfect Russian.

“I’d like to try what you’ve got.” A blonde woman was now standing right next to set-up. She was beautiful, but all women looked like goddesses to a man who’d spent years in the cold with only dogs. She wore no perfume, and Felix noticed, imagining a creature of such beauty should smell as good as she looked.

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