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A gun to Boris's head as soon as the blonde slides in to the passenger seat of his car, Julia doesn't seem to be taking any chances. "Drive." She smells like cigarette smoke and the bottom few sprays of an expensive perfume.
There’s a half second’s pause before Boris looks over to the woman who makes a demand while holding him at gunpoint. The absurdity of the event happening to him, and the fact that she likely has no idea whose car she’s just entered make it impossible for him to fully stifle the amused expression on his face. Luckily for her, he has a bit of time on his hands and some curiosity to sate, so he doesn’t waste too much time before doing as he’s told and pulling off. After a beat, he cautiously glances from the road to her and back. “Is there somewhere in particular I am driving to?”