111. My World

VOKTOR

"It’s not fucking too much?" I asked, looking at the suit that I had selected out earlier from the options that Gage had bravely brought for me. I’m fucking surprised he had the cheek to choose a few. I usually always wore black pants, a shirt and a jacket. Done. But today he had brought some waistcoats and shit too, and I had actually spent three fucking minutes to pick something out.