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Malorn Volkov had been given up for adoption at birth, practically an orphan for most of his life. He'd lived in Russia, grown up there, and moved to the United States when he was an adult. He'd gone to college, and found himself a little job in some big company, working his way up to the manager of some project. He was head of a little team, working with some other team that he'd never met, or even heard of. However, the manager was... Something. His name was Archie, extremely attractive and well-spoken, compared to Malorn's aggressive look and broken English. There was even one meeting where Malorn could barely focus, distracted by Archie and how well he worked with everybody. He was amazing, the man of Malorn's dreams! Of course, Malorn kept these feelings tucked away, doubting anybody could ever love him, care for him as he cared for Archie. Malorn currently sat in his office, scanning over a few files and progress reports from his team when he heard a knock on the door, thick accent calling for the person on the other side to enter.