Dragomir was generally regarded to be the sexiest man alive by everyone, everywhere. The men at his work swooned when he flexed his great Russian muscles, which of course were much bigger and manlier than American muscles. Those who were not already gay, which was surprisingly few, were immediately persuaded to switch their sexual orientation. Those who were already simply became more gay. He didn't hang around girls much because they tended to spontaneously combust due to the overload of awesome before them, and Dragomir, despite being a hunk of Hulkular proportions, was kind and didn't like to murder women unless absolutely necessary.
One day, he met a girl who could handle the amount of sexiness that emanated from his every pore, and she was called Michaela. They met in an elevator, and Dragomir felt himself strangely attracted to her at once. By the time they hit the fifth floor, they were engaged in mad passionate sex that would be inappropriate to describe in detail but I'll just say that it was grand, and leave the rest to the reader's imagination. And that Dragomir spoke the whole time in his sexy accent that was so tasty Michaela could just eat it up like verbal honey or something.
The next day they met again in the elevator and fucked, then Dragomir said "Come to my house, and the fucking will be longer," and yea, it was so. He had an enormous cock that was just lovely in every way.
They had an affair for three years until Dragomir's son came to America and met Michaela and she was like whoa, it's like Dragomir but with all his limbs and shit and a bit younger. And Dragomir was sad because he loved Michaela and did not want their affair to end, even though Mitya was enraptured with her legendary beauty. So Michaela said, let's have a threesome! and though Dragomir was initially wary it all worked out in the end and they had tremendous fun.