As a maid, Anfeya's service was impeccable. She walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and filled the bathtub with hot water for Mavi.
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Mavi struggled to control his emotions, fearing that he might reveal his inexperience when it was ti to bathe.
The reason for his unease was simple—ever since childhood, this wealthy Russian heir had never handled his own daily routines.
In other words, when it was ti for his bath, his maid, Anfeya, would undress him, see him completely naked, and personally bathe him.
For the real Russian heir, this was nothing out of the ordinary. But for Mavi, this was a first—so it was only natural that he felt a bit awkward.
"Young Master, the hot water is ready. Would you like to bathe now?" After so ti, the maid, Anfeya, softly inquired.
"Ahem... Alright," Mavi coughed lightly before following the maid into the bathroom.
Inside, the spacious and luxuriously decorated bathroom featured an enormous white bathtub positioned prominently in the center. The tub was at least three ters long and two ters wide—
More than four tis the size of an average household bathtub, which usually asures around 1.7 ters by 0.8 ters! It was practically the size of a small ho swimming pool.
"Young Master, allow to undress you."
"Hmm."
"Namah Amitabha..."
For most of the bath, Mavi silently recited Buddhist scriptures in his heart, using them to get through the ordeal.
"Young Master, let dry your hair." After wiping his body and changing into sleepwear, the maid, Anfeya, picked up a hairdryer and carefully dried Mavi's hair.
Finally, having endured this much, Mavi thought he had passed the test for the night. But due to gaps in his inherited mories from the original host, he had forgotten that the greatest challenge of the night was yet to co...
Late at night, after finishing her own nightti routine, the maid Anfeya, dressed in a pink nightgown, entered Mavi's room.
"Young Master, it's getting late. Are you ready for bed?"
Mavi was still sitting at his computer, researching famous companies from his past life. "Uh... almost," he replied.
"Alright, Young Master, then I'll warm the bed for you first..." Anfeya said with a slight smile before turning to close the door.
The life of a wealthy heir was full of temptations. A mont of carelessness, and one could easily get lost in this extravagant world.
Ten minutes later, as Mavi slipped into the bed that had been ward by his maid, he suddenly made a decision.
He wanted to live this life to the fullest. And not just any life—he wanted to live the most extraordinary life possible! Otherwise, it would be a waste of this second chance at life.
"Goodnight, Young Master."
"Hmm, goodnight."
---
A week later, accompanied by his butler and bodyguards, Mavi rode in a Rolls-Royce to Moscow Airport.
For the wealthy elite, traveling in style was a basic requirent. In other words, bodyguards had to be nurous, and the car had to be impressive. However, one crucial aspect of such an entourage was the security convoy accompanying the main vehicle.
For example, if Mavi's Rolls-Royce was followed by a couple of Volkswagen Santanas, it would instantly ruin the prestige.
Thus, the standard for an escort convoy had to be at least rcedes-Benz, Land Rovers, or even Humrs.
But Mavi's convoy didn't include any of those brands. Instead, the vehicles protecting his Rolls-Royce were none other than Russia's "King of Military Vehicles"—the Tiger Armored Vehicle!
No mistake.
These military vehicles were not only visually intimidating but also equipped with thick armor capable of withstanding light weapons and explosive devices. In fact, so of their performance trics even surpassed military Humvees.
In the U.S., purchasing a military Humvee was extrely difficult. Civilian models simply couldn't compare to the impact of their military-grade counterparts.
So, when Mavi's Tiger Armored Convoy made its way to the airport, the sight of it stunned onlookers inside the terminal. Both Russians and foreign travelers alike were left in awe at the sheer display of power.
"The person inside that car must be so high-ranking military officer! This kind of security detail is absolutely terrifying!"
"My God! Those are Russian Tiger Armored Vehicles! They look way more badass than my boss's civilian Humr H1!"
…
User Comments
0 comments from readers