Page 43 of Anatoly
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“Brat, who the fuck is going to hit the pinata,” Czar asks, rubbing his beard.
“Da, the babies are babies,” Mikhail asks, smirking.
“Svoloch’, you are. I’m going to fucking blindfold all three of you, and you’re going to fucking hit the fucking pinata,” I growl, gathering my brows.
“Fuck,” Pakhan says, crossing his arms.
“Da, I’m in,” Czar says, nodding.
“Da, no worries, I’m game,” Mikhail says, lifting his chin.
“Help me fill up the pinata with the candy,” I say, grabbing the four-foot-tall baby Mickey pinata.
