No matter what is said to Taavi, it goes in one ear and out the other. He seems to be in a dream world most of the time, so it’s no surprise he is wandering around the place almost naked and chatting on the phone.
This is like red rag to a bull when Dimitri sees him. Wasting no time, he grabs the smirking lad and bends him over the table and sets about giving him a much deserved walloping.
The towel is soon off and the lad’s bare ass gets that glow that says the message is getting through.
Taavi takes what’s coming and that cheeky smirk is soon gone, although I doubt his memory will improve, given his track record.
The final swat as he goes to leave, makes him hop in the air as he dashes from the room.
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