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</div><b>Name:</b>Dom Nikolaev<br/><b>Age:</b>21<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heteroflexible<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Moscow but currently Baymont, California<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Monday 5th July 2021 (Evening)<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Bedroom<br/><b>Wearing:</b>ratty old yellow tshift with "NYET" on the front, matching cotton shorts<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Hans<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Hans (<a class="username" data-user-id="6928" data-username="insidioustorment" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6928/">insidioustorment</a>)<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Yeah.. Dom wasn't done being angry. Oh, she heard his words and she was even internally surprised at how well he handled the situation but right now it was all radioactive. She was a Thermonuclear Dom and she wasn't having any of it.<br/><br/>The words spit out of her before she even had time to think about them.<br/><br/>"Ty ne sobirayesh'sya vozvrashchat'sya ko mne krasivymi slovami!" Each syllable a harsh Russian rebuke to his calm and rational apology.<br/><br/>Her hand simply waved in the direction of the door with her finger no longer pointed at him but emphatically gesturing at the door... At the exit to the Dog House.  If he looked her in the eyes, he'd see a little hitch there to her meltdown. Maybe the fallout wasn't as harsh as she was letting on? But she was still clearly putting him into the middle of a cold Siberian winter. Iridiated and frozen out, that's where Hans was.  Dom's feeling while not spoken in English should probably have been loud and clear.