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Region: The North Pacific
"Oh, it is nothing to be worried of!" Khoroshev said, before taking out a cigarette and smoking it. He was clearly distressed, looking around the room. He looked at the clock, 6:12 PM. He threw the cigarette away as quickly as he took it out to smoke it, and looked at Amira with an amused look. "Where are my manners, my apologies!"
He began to cut into the steak and suddenly stopped. Khoroshev was clearly distressed and was attempting to hide it. Khoroshev turned to grab something, accidentally spilling wine on the expensive silk table cloth. Attempting to hide it, he asked Amira a question.
"I heard you were the last member of the royal family, is it true?"
