FRIENDS... R18

[MISCHA POV]

"Juan, why did you call me? Where's CEO Mischa?" he asked the man standing at the entrance of the club.

"Miss M is drunk. I sat her down at the corner table because she's like the Drunken Master looking for a fight," Juan explained as they marched inside.

"W-What?"

"Am I going to repeat myself or are you going to get her home?" Juan irked by his slow catch.

"Oh? Yeah… I'll go get her home," he frantically answered.

When they reached the CEO on the corner spot of the club, her head was on the table with an open bottle of vodka. The woman was slurring english and russian words that he could not comprehend. Before he tried to forcefully carry the CEO, he attempted to persuade the woman to come home.

"ya ne khochu vozvrashchat'sya domoy!" (I don't want to go home!) Mischa shouted.

The two of them stared at each other wondering what the CEO said. For them it was gibberish talk which made them chuckle.