Watch – تناولت ما يكفي من القهوة ، لذلك أخذ الروسي الكأس معي ليلة رأس السنة ونهضنا

In the realm of the mystical and the enchanting, where the moon’s silver glow kisses the earth with promises of desire, a Russian stranger approached me on the eve of the New Year. His eyes, deep pools of sapphire, held secrets of the universe as he handed me a cup of coffee, rich and fragrant, laced with a hint of magic.

I had indulged in enough of the potent brew to awaken my senses and unleash the dormant desires that simmered beneath my skin. As the clock struck midnight, a veil of mystery descended upon us, cloaking us in a shroud of anticipation and longing.

With a sly smile playing on his lips, the Russian gentleman raised his cup to his lips, his gaze never leaving