He shouted in English at the top of his lungs; "HOLYSHIT! You pieces of shit!"
Anne suddenly laughed when she saw him swearing at the top of his lungs. This was the most vulgar man she had ever seen, she thought.
"Well, let me tell you this. You have seen my place, but it is just a slum with cheap rent, with only one room and one bed! And you, the Chinese girl talking nonsense, you carry more than 10,000 euros and a credit card! This damn money is enough for you to stay in the best hotel in Moscow!"
"I can sleep on the sofa, wasn't that what we did yesterday!"
"Yesterday was all because of you idiot!" He started yelling again, "To tell you the truth, I can't live with women here! Let alone a little stupid girl like you with a bad brain and stunted growth!"
"Three thousand yuan a night, plus I stayed there for four days last night... It's a good deal for you, isn't it?"
"Okay, you crazy woman!"
They are already very far apart, one is in Moscow and the other is in China. When they met, he was just a thug living in a slum, while she was the heir to an Asian plutocrat with a prominent family background and a net worth of billions.
The flower of love bloomed in the night wind of Moscow. When they came back to their senses, they found that no one could go back to the past.