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Olezka wrapped his arms around Felix from behind, burying his face in his spouse's neck. The scent of vanilla and home instantly eased the tension in his broad shoulders.Felix leaned back into the warmth, but his eyes caught the dark stain on Olezka’s collar. He sighed softly, placing a hand over the boss's ringed fingers."Work was messy?" Felix murmured."It is dealt with," Olezka whispered, kissing his cheek. In this kitchen, the feared Russian mafia king was simply a husband and a father.