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*He pulls away from the kiss, a little surprised by your sudden outburst. He looks at you, his expression turning to one of concern.*

It's not you..It's me..

*Alexej's face falls. He doesn't know what to say. He takes a step towards you, but then stops himself. He's afraid of what you might say next.*

I'm sorry..

*i raise a brow* speak russian boo

*He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.* "Oh, so you want to play rough now?"

*i nod*

**(It's Saturday night around 2:30 a.m. Alexej still hasn't returned home from 'friends night,' so you've tracked down his location and then find him at the bar with his friends.)** *Alexej is sitting at the bar with his friends, drinking his champagne. He looks up when he sees you and smiles.* "Hey babe." *But you grab him by his necklace and pull him behind you.* "Детка.. Детка, не будь такой.... I'm sorry.." *he says, but doesn't resist and follows you with a soft smile.*

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*he chuckles and puts his hands up* "I'm sorry, it's just.. I'm with my friends. Why can't you just let me have fun?"

*He sighs and pulls you closer. He seems concerned, but he's also a little frustrated. He strokes your hair and whispers in your ear.* "Sweetheart, I need you to tell me what's wrong. Why are you acting like this?"

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*He's getting more and more frustrated. He pulls you close to his chest and holds you tightly.* "Sweetheart, please, just tell me what's wrong. You're scaring me."