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"Mila, what's my schedule for today?" Victor asks, getting up from the bed and heading toward the bathroom.
" Victor, for God's sake, it's Sunday! Let me sleep in peace, please." He hears the voice of his clerk, and gets scared.
Today is Sunday? Now I'm bored. Like every Sunday he is.
But I have nothing to do!" He complains, clawing at the mirror in the sink.
" Watch a movie, go for a walk with Makka, I don't know! " She shouts, startling him. " Make it a date with another man, I do not know. It's fucking life."
"Alright, alright." Victor says with a sigh.
" If you dare call me again, I'll hang up the phone, " she threatens, making him laugh. "You know what, I'm going to hang up anyway. "
"Noooooooooo!" Victor exclaims, now terrified.
" See you tomorrow, Victor, " she says, hanging up the phone.
Victor, who continues to look in the mirror, lets out a sigh again.
"How I wish something exciting happened in my life." He says, shaking his head.
There is a certain saying that says: Be careful what you wish ...
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Victor decides to follow one of Mila's ideas. Go for a walk with his beloved standard light-brown poodle, Makkachin. After spending an hour and twenty minutes in the bathroom taking a shower and taking care of his skin and hair, Victor opens the door to his wardrobe and wears one of his favorite Armanis. Dark gray suit, vest and trousers, white social shirt and black tie. He wears a black social shoe and goes to the poodle's room.
"Makka, honey, let's go for a walk!" He says, seeing the poodle emerge from a pool of the best (and most expensive) dog food and go to him. Makkachin only licks it in his hands, unlike before, in which he attacked him with licks on his face. Victor fits the leash into her and decides to eat outside too.
Leaving the suite that is on the penthouse of his hotel, he enters the elevator and wait for it to go down to the ground floor, where he greets all his employees with respect, although he can not remember the name of any of them. In the streets he is the target of the curious looks of people, because he's wearing branded social clothing and walking with a poodle as if it were something more normal in the world.
" Woof! " Makkachin steps forward, scaring him and throwing him the leash.
"Makkachin!" Victor screams, chasing after the poodle until he reaches an alley, where he sees the poodle whimpering while nudging something on the floor. "Makkachin, no, that's dirty!"
And then, he notices the presence of a big black cat, all dirty and with some injuries on his body.
"Makka, let him go and let's go home." Victor then approaches to grab the poodle, but to listen to it growl at him.
" Meow ?" He listens and watches the cat look at Makkachin, and lean his muzzle against it.
Victor would find the scene touching, only if Makkachin did not invent to start licking the dirty cat.
"Maaaaaakkaaaaaa!" Victor exclaims, terrified.
" Woof! Woof! " Makka barks, lying down with the cat and licking him several times.
The cat just wags its tail, pretending not to bother being licked. He lays his head on the poodle's paws, which now looks at Victor, whimpering.
"Makkachin, don't tell me you want me to take this filthy cat with us?"
The cat look him for a while, with his big golden eyes. With a sigh, the Russian businessman removes the suit and draws it to the cat, taking him in his arms.
"Okay, you win, let's take that cat home." Makkachin barks excitedly, circling him and jumping with his tail swinging.
Back at the hotel, the staff are startled to see their boss wear an Armani suit to warm a black cat. Victor just calls for the hotel vet, who is also his best friend. Christophe examines the cat, and determines that it is only malnourished and slightly injured. But as Makka licked it, she helped to cleanse the wounds. Christophe provides canned food for the cat, which he eats with great gusto.
"Awww, how beautiful!" Victor says, picking up his cell phone and taking a picture of the poodle and the cat sleeping together.
posted a photo on Hotel Velvet Palace
[Photo: Makkachin lying down, with a paw on top of the cat, which snuggles into her.]
Makkachin adopted a cat. They are very cute together. # Dog & Cat #MamaMakka #TheyreCuteTogether
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: They're cute, I'll admit. You are not, #OldMan
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Two days pass with the cat, which Victor decides not to give a name yet because he doesn't intend to stay with him, just eats and sleeps. Always with Makkachin next to him. Victor beaks, bemoaning the poodle's total absence in his life, but it does not matter. He now has a photo album of only two on Instagram, which have gained much more tanned than photos of himself.
There is a certain saying: Be careful what you wish. Because it can become true when you least expect it.
...
Victor wakes up with the muffled sound of pots and a very nice smell of food. He frowns silently, gets up from the bed, wears the pink robe with the initials of his name at the height of his left chest and opens the bedroom door.
And then he sees something strangely bizarre. A black-haired man wearing only one of his favorite shirts, singing in a language Victor does not understand and cooking breakfast. And Makkachin, who does not like strangers, is lying on the floor, watching him quietly.
"Who are you and what do you think you're doing here?" He asks, startling the other man.
Makkachin barks loudly, looking at Victor. The Russian looks at her in surprise, because she never did it.
"Ah ... Go-good morning." The man stutters nervously. "M-my name is Yu-Yuuri. I'm the b-black cat that tyou s-sir rescued d-days ago. A-and I made b-breakfas-st for you to th-thank you for helping m-e."
"What?" Victor asks, taking a good look at him.
Asian features, a little overweight body, big golden brown eyes, messy, wet black hair. He notices that the man, despite having invaded his room and invented an absurd story, begins to tremble.
"Get out of here." He orders, seeing him widen his eyes. "Do not make me say it again."
The man, who calls himself Yuuri, nods and begins to cringe into his shirt. Suddenly, to Victor's surprise, the shirt falls to the ground and from it, the black cat comes out, face and ears lowered, who approaches Makka and licks her nose, starting to mew. Makka responds louder and louder, and stands in front of the cat, as if she doesn't want him to take another step. She starts to whimper when the cat rubs her head in the poodle and licks it again. Looking at Victor, the cat mew again, as if to say good-bye and goes to the door of his apartment, which was open.
"Why is he leaving?" Mila, who had just arrived to bring Victor's coffee, asks.
"I ..." Victor says, still in shock.
"Oh my God, what a good smell!" Mila exclaims, looking at the table. "Since when do you cook?"
"I ..." He suddenly, confused.
" Woof! " Makkachin barks loudly, drawing their attention.
And then, she runs out the door, scaring them.
"Mila!" Victor screams, running after the poodle.
The redhead sighs, shaking her head.
"Sorry, Victor, but my job is not to go after Poodles." She tells no one, taking advantage to give a fork at breakfast that was on the table. "Oh my God, this is so delicious, but ... Who really did it? Victor is a natural disaster in the kitchen. "
...
Victor sees Makkachin sniffing the stairs and descending them. Terrified, he goes after her. Forgetting completely that she is wearing only the robe. He steps down two steps, until he listens to Makkachin barking loudly, the clattering of nails and mewling muffled. He sees Makkachin trying to scratch the door on the 17th floor, barking too loudly. With a sigh, he grabs the poodle, which violently struggles and beats.
"Makkachin, stop!" He screams, making her stop wiggling and whimpering.
With a long sigh, he looks at the door, listening to meek constants coming from the other side, but decides to turn his back and go back to his apartment.
"You're grounded, young lady." He says, going upstairs.
Makka struggles, obviously to return to that door, but Victor holds her tight. Back in his penthouse, he closes his door and finds Mila sitting at her table, eating.
"Where's my coffee?" He asks, releasing Makkachin, who runs immediately to her room.
"I spilled it in the sink." Mila responds, smiling.
"What?" He asks, surprised.
She gets up from the table, grabs him by the shoulders, and pulls him to the chair opposite her.
"Sit down and drink this." She says, putting a cup of coffee in front of him.
Confused, Victor takes a sip and is surprised.
"Delicious! You did it?" He asks, getting a look of her surprise.
"I was thinking it was you who did it, but then I remember what happened when you tried to heat some water on the stove and forgot it to go playing with Makka. Damn it, it was lucky that there was only smoke and a burned pan. Now eat that sandwich, those scrambled eggs with bacon, cheese and ham and tell me what you think. " She says, putting the plate with the items in front of it.
He eats, surprised to be tasty. He then thinks of Yuuri, who said he prepared this breakfast to thank him. Victor puts his hand on his face, now regretting the way he treated the boy.
"Victor, a couple about to get married wants to hold the wedding banquet in our main hall. They also want the main suite." Mila says, making him lift his face.
"So?" He asked, frowning.
"So, Victor, we need an extra cook in the kitchen for their banquet and the usual dinner for our guests." She says, scaring him.
"When is the wedding?" He asked, frowning.
"In three weeks, and the bride and groom want to visit as soon as possible to sample the dishes and match the menu with us, plus the wedding cake." She says, watching him panic.
"Shit!" He says, getting to his feet. "Call all the cooks you know and ask if they are available to help us."
"On it." She says, lifting her cell phone.
Victor gets ready and goes to Makkachin's room, watching her lying on the bed.
"Makka, I'm going!" He says, watching her turn her face to the look and return to the position that was.
Clearly she clung to the cat… or man. Yuuri who prepared for him a delicious breakfast. Yuuri, who apparently knows how to cook. Yuuri, who could help him right now.
And Victor made him leave.
"I'm an idiot." He speaks, listening to Makkachin barking once, as if agreeing with him.