Mihai Chimet || Romania

[Mihai Chimet]

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CODE NAME: Strigoi

Male

29

Queer

Romanian

Director of CI

Government?

Physical

174 cm

62 kg

Light brown

Amber

Light

Lean

Personal

Mihai Andrei Chimet is, at first glance, a charming, well put-together young man with a cocky smile and smooth way of talking--basically, James Bond with a desk job. He's the guy that can make women blush or men loosen their ties, and he likes that. He likes the sense of power it gives him, to know exactly what turns them on and grinds their gears, to know exactly what buttons to push to get what he wants. Come on now, don't let the attractive exterior fool you. Mihai is a manipulative bastard and he'll use anything--his words, his smiles, your bed--whatever it takes to get a favor out of you. As long as it's not too risky, of course. He used to be a risk-taker, back when he was running with the gangs, but he's over that now. Or as over it as he can get with his entire position being one big risk that could collapse around his ears in seconds. Thanks to that, he's a calculating, careful man, with most words intending to serve a greater purpose, though its victims might not be aware of it at all. Though of course, that's if you're naïve. That exterior is just too perfect, isn't it? A man isn't so cultivated without something to hide. Though he is a politician, and most of his acquaintances will just leave it at that. They understand--these civil servants all have something to hide, after all. But really, it's beyond that. Mihai has everything to hide--from his name to his education to his past. He's a liar. The very life he lives is a lie, a clever cover for the scheme he intends to carry out in flawless execution. And so he assumes his charming façade for the success of that plan. But that makes him sound heartless--he isn't. He's perfectly capable of liking, loving, hating just like any other. In fact, he bears his relationships with those he plans to undermine with resignation, not pure detachment. He knows that he could have been real friends with some of them if their paths had been a little different, yet he doesn't regret what he's doing. The way his life has been since he was young, there were very few things he could feel devoted to, but FOL has been one of them and he will carry out his part of the plan, feeling only pity for those who are unfortunate enough to have chosen the careers they did. He has those he considers "real friends" too, of course. Most of these are involved in FOL, as he has pledged to himself to maintain distance from coworkers and other criminals. He is genuinely caring for these friends, and lets himself loose with them as a light-hearted joker and prankster. Mihai has a tendency to be sarcastic, but nothing he says is meant in ill will. The more comfortable he is with a person, in fact, the more likely he is to be completely rude and disparaging. Generally, Mihai is a cheerful person who enjoys the small luxuries of life, especially since his work life is completely overbearing and complicated. A book and coffee usually sounds like a plan to him, or if he's meant to be hanging out with others, he'll enjoy a relaxed dinner date (the other person's treat, of course), or going to the theater for one of the new horror flicks he can make fun of (also the other person's treat). In spite of his well-paid position, Mihai is really cheap. While he doesn't hesitate to treat himself well, if he can get out of paying for something, he will, even if it means an extra hour of paperwork. Perhaps it's a lingering habit from his childhood, or just his love of taking advantage of others. Unless it's someone who's a real danger to his position, Mihai is generally a pretty forgiving person--for the smaller mishaps, that is. He'll hold you up to fixing whatever you broke, but deep-seated grudges aren't his style. Those take too much commitment, and he'd much rather get on with his life. Throw a particularly disparaging comment his way, however, and he won't hesitate to make a fool out of you publicly. Though his position and semi-vulnerability to public scrutiny has made this difficult, Mihai is a flirt. Partly because of the power he derives from controlling the other's excitement, but he is a perfectly healthy man. He slept around quite a bit during his college years, and has somehow managed to do the same even after becoming the head of the CI. Well, as long as the media doesn't get wind of it. Mihai is also certainly carelessly eccentric. He has his own interests and isn't afraid of talking about them, so anyone who is on casual speaking terms with him just might be getting accounts of Vlad the Impaler's conquests or Elizabeth of Bathory's literal bloodbaths. If said unfortunate makes any indication of feeling uncomfortable with such accounts, they're likely to go unnoticed. Mihai's house is also a fair indication of this--his furniture is mostly mismatched, ranging from antiques from the Victorian era to video-playing systems that are not yet released to the public, and the curtains most certainly do not match the carpet. He's also got entire shelves full of books and documentaries, of which he proclaims to have seen and watched all. Sift through those shelves though, and you might find some interesting books on alchemy and how to summon Satan's servants. Mihai is also a bit of a lazyass. He figures he does enough as part of his work that he's reluctant to make an appearance at extra events, and will often whine and complain if forced to do so. If there's food there and expenses are paid--well, that makes up for it somewhat, but by no means does he consider socializing with bureaucrats to be fun. And that's another thing. He loves fun. He's at where he's at because he was looking for a good way to pass the time, and FOL had provided that. His idea of fun has a large range, however; from as mundane as watching television to as fucked as Spanish Inquisition torture methods to as disastrous as throwing the city of London into absolute anarchy. But it sounds absolutely delightful, don't you think? Thanks to that, much of what Mihai does is a contradiction. He's more of a "feeler" than a "thinker," and he judges his actions as either good or bad based on how he feels about them. He doesn't have a criteria to fulfill, and he generally sees no issue with his contradictions. After all, he finds that life is a contradiction, so he isn't about to subscribe to cold, hard rules by which the game doesn't play.

Likes

Dislikes

♠ Alcohol. He does like it, but he keeps intake to a minimum. Getting drunk ends up causing more trouble than it's worth, so he only indulges in some red wine or brandy with his food... Though holidays are an exception, and he'll go and get pissed--well, almost. ♠ Smoking. Mihai smokes on some occasions, usually when he knows that he won't be dealing with official work for awhile. He knows it's unhealthy, but he hasn't been able to ditch the habit and figures that he does it rarely enough for it to be a serious problem. ♠ Sports. Though not necessarily an athlete himself, Mihai takes an occasional interest in sports. His most vested interest is in gymnastics--and you can bet he goes crazy over the sport during the Olympics--but he also takes some time to be aware of football and rugby standings, if only to fulfill the conversational needs of some sport-crazy coworkers. ♠ Horror films/stories. Rather than finding them to be particularly frightening, he thinks most of horror flicks are comical. He's seen and heard worse things than what's shown in the movies anyway, and honestly, the plot is so contrived and the CG so terrible--how can you not laugh? Stories, on the other hand, are often better-written and he can actually become interested on those--things like Poe and Lovecraft. ♠ Folklore/magic. In spite of his amusement in horror stories and films, he finds folklore to be interesting. A lover of his country, he particularly enjoys indulging in stories from his homeland, from mythical creatures to legendary heroes. He also has an interest in magic, though it mostly involves simply reading through the rituals (particularly the more gruesome ones), and their intended results than actually trying anything out. ♠ History. He's a lover of history, and if things had gone another direction, he might actually have been a historian. His interest lies mostly in Eastern Europe and military history from the early Medieval era, though he is also quite knowledgeable about late 19th century history. He'll enjoy chatting with others about the topic and can get quite excited when talking about the more barbaric parts of the subject matter. ♠ Incense. Mihai really likes the smell of incense, scented candles, perfumes... What have you. He has many incense sticks and candles around his house, and even a couple that he keeps in his office.

♠ Overly hot/sunny weather. Mihai isn't the type that tans; he burns. Any time he has to be outside longer than necessary in the summer, he has to slather on layers of sunscreen, which is unpleasant to say the least. Neither does he enjoy the stickiness of humid weather, and the searing heat of summer. ♠ Going out to sea. He gets incredibly seasick, and absolutely will not set foot on a boat, thank you very much. ♠ People who are too serious/have no sense of humor. He's a pretty mischievous person and enjoys getting a laugh, so those who go from paperwork to paperwork are tiring to look at. Worse are the ones who try to shove their work ethic down other's throats, and Mihai would much prefer to avoid those types of people. ♠ Being hounded. Mihai likes his privacy, and so the media is nearly always a constant annoyance. He'll turn up the charm in front of the camera for the sake of appearances, but he is actually very disdainful of the media. The same applies to work as well--being persistently reminded of certain pieces of paperwork and appointments is annoying to him, as he usually does end up accomplishing what needs to be done, just on his own schedule. ♠ Petty disrespect. Though a snide asshole himself, he would never resort to petty accusations or spreading rumors, and he is contemptuous of those who do. If there's an issue, take it up with the person face-to-face--that is his philosophy. He views those who resort to such low behavior as scum, and isn't likely to keep his criticism to himself. ♠ Seeing children in bad situations. Though not necessarily a child-lover himself, he does resent the exploitation of children--probably a bit too painfully reminded of the time period between his father's death and finding his mother. For this reason, he devotedly prosecutes terrorist organisations that use children in dangerous operations, and stands strongly against any such involvement of children in FOL operations. ♠ Ethnically-motivated comments. As a semi-prominent government official, he's definitely heard his share. Accusations of "gypsy" and "free-loader" are prone to inspire his wrath and the speaker will most certainly be given the tongue-lashing of a lifetime. In fact, his nickname isn't exactly a fond one for him. Coined mostly by the media for his fang and heritage, it has also become a handle for racists to accuse minorities of "sucking the lifeblood out of England." Mihai bears those accusations stoically, but he is in fact, very proud of his Romanian heritage and absolutely disdains anyone who implies that it should be a point of shame.

Dreams

Fears

♠ To give his mother a good life. She is the most important person in his life, and he wants to be able to return all her care and love she'd given him in his childhood. He genuinely wants to make her happy, but is thoroughly mistaken in thinking that material possessions can ensure her happiness, rather than his own happiness. He keeps her well away from the darker aspects of his past and present, and grows increasingly nervous when he thinks she might find out. ♠ To be able to be honest. Having forged a good decade of one's life is no easy task. With all the lies and deliberate distance he puts between himself and others, he is hardly able to truly let go and enjoy himself. Though superficially, he is able to say what he wishes, there is always the undertone of not letting them in too close, 'lest he ends up hurting them (or himself). Words and actions have to be calculated unless he wants to stumble into a grave he dug on his own. ♠ To be happy. Somewhat relating to the above, he wishes to be able to be honest and truly happy with his life. He had only a brief time period of genuine happiness during his childhood, when his family was still together, and he wants to reconstruct that in a way, regardless of how delusional it may seem. He constantly strives for his own joy, only to end up pushing it away because it interferes with his goals. He wishes he could find a day when he could speak to those around him honestly and be able to forge real relationships with them—and, through that, find his happiness.

♠ Superstitions. Well--not exactly superstitions in and of themselves, more like the warnings carried by superstitions. Things like black cats, breaking mirrors, and walking under ladders are things Mihai will prefer to avoid. ♠ Endangering close friends/relatives. In spite of everything, he isn't heartless. He fears for his mother's safety and he has done his best to keep his occupation well hidden from her, and has kept her name from coming up as a relative. Though he provides an escape for FOL, that isn't necessarily true for other terrorist organisations and he doesn't wish her to be put in harm's way. The same applies to close friends, of whom he has very few. Most of them are involved in the underworld and FOL, and he does his best to keep their statuses low-risk with his position in government. ♠ Being caught. There is no criminal who isn't afraid of getting caught, and Mihai has taken a huge gamble. He's in a high-profile position, where his past and his actions are all subject to scrutiny, and a small mistake could send him spiraling into oblivion. He could be arrested, sentenced to life imprisonment--it would be a failure to his cause and his mother as well. Mostly, however, being caught would be tantamount to a loss against the very people against whom he'd been seeking revenge, and that would be the worst humiliation of all.

Background

He just came out of nowhere, they say. An Oxford-educated young man with a postgraduate degree in law, who enters as a counterterrorism advisor and emerges as the head of an entirely new agency a few short years later. How? Well, every success has a story--a success story, if you will. Some are public knowledge, while others remain better off unknown. He has a story for the public, of course. A good one too. A sob story. About how his parents were victims of organised crime, how his mother was a junkie and how his dad smuggled valuables and women. About how he was always left to fend for himself, and how he knew that he would not be like them. About how he would be their exact opposite, their mirror image, their destruction. About how his wretched teenaged self with a chipped tooth from picking fights had won of the hearts of Oxford and how he went there, on scholarship, and succeeded. About how he'll destroy organised crime now, as revenge for a childhood he never had, as revenge for the childhoods others never had. It's pretty good, right? Tugs at the heart strings. A moral crusader who knows about suffering, right there. And the funny thing is, it isn't even all lies. The real story--the one he'd be crucified for if it ever came out--goes like this: His mother was an illegal. She snuck over the borders and across the Channel to England, in search of a better life, to send some money back to her own parents in Romania. She got a job as a waitress and fell in love with her boss, who returned her love. They dated, they married, they had a child, and everything fell apart. Mihai was only eight at the time, young enough not to understand what was happening, old enough to remember her beautiful eyes and alluring voice, and old enough to develop a hatred for those who took her away. She was arrested and deported, while his dad lost all credibility and his job as well. They lived off of government aid for awhile, and his dad fell into a depression, became a shell of the man who once was. He tried to find a new job, but they wouldn't stick or didn't pay enough. He started to drink and smoke and left Mihai to his own deeds. Mihai did as much as he was allowed, which was everything. He fell into the crowd of troubled, broken children who had mothers who screwed other men or fathers who hit them. They stole things--cigarettes from the drug store, alcohol from their father's reservoir. For children who never got the love of an adult, they could be cool amongst themselves. Mihai was part of them, and had already been arrested once by the time he was thirteen. When they took him home and set him in front of his father, his father had laughed. "Turn their self-righteous asses upside-down and hit'em where it counts," he said. When he was fourteen, his father died of alcohol poisoning. Relatives were distant, and hesitant to take in the child of an illegal. Refusing to be put into a foster home, Mihai ran to the only one who could take care of him--his mother. He helped some of the older kids rob a small jewelry store, took his share and split. He carried nothing more than the money, the jewelry, some clothes, and a letter with his mother's address. He managed to make it to Romania, somehow. He sold off some of the jewelry and rationed his cash; he used other means if necessary. When he finally found his mother again, it became the happiest period of his life. She was just as loving of him as she had ever been, and took him in gladly in spite of mourning the death of his father. She had found work as a clerk, didn't earn much, but still did her best to support both her and her child. If there was one person Mihai had truly loved, then it would have been his mother. For her, Mihai kept his illegal activities a secret though he simply got further entangled in local gangs. Due to his mother's insistence, he studied at a local public school and was, therefore, unable to work. To help his mother out, he participated in small-time crime, such as pickpocketing or shoplifting, covertly contributing to paying their mortgage, bills, and other necessities. It was then that he somehow came upon the rudimentary beginnings of a radical revolutionary group. It began when their gang was approached by a member of a then-small organisation composed of no more than fifteen to twenty people, with one goal and one goal only: plunge Europe--and possibly the rest of the world--into anarchy. For the good and liberation of the people. Curious, bored, eager for a jab at the prides of the rich and comfortable, they began doing some side-jobs for the revolutionaries in exchange for money. Eventually, Mihai and a few others gravitated towards the group more and more, becoming fully integrated into the association. As a young constituent of the organisation who became wholly devoted to their ideology, Mihai began to take part in spreading the influence of the group and became one of their top-acting members. It was around the time when they had loose connections all over Romania and beginning to spread into surrounding areas that they came up with a formal title: the Front of Liberation of the People, Front of Liberation (FOL) for short, pronounced "fall." From there, they built an extensive connection with the underworld: hackers, weapons-dealers, forgers, con-men. They grew into a European-wide force by the time Mihai was eighteen, and that's when their more ambitious plans began. More than bombing government buildings and symbols as a statement, more than launching attacks against secure computers, they planned for a full-scale internal assault on EU governments. Mihai was one of those selected to infiltrate the British government due to his half-English blood. After a brief hesitation, he accepted, realizing that his position would also enable him to best support his ailing mother. With forged transcripts and fake relations, he managed to con his way into Oxford with the FOL paying most of his tuition. He assumed the identity of Michael Collins to "anglify" himself, though kept his history of half-Romanian ethnicity. He completed an undergraduate and postgraduate degree in law at the school, meanwhile having entered into an internship with government law enforcement. With the FOL becoming a major terrorist organisation and subversive force across Europe, he made his way into the burgeoning government departments of counterterrorism. After he graduated with a doctorate at 27, he proposed to create an agency devoted specifically to counterterrorism due to the influence of FOL and its sympathizers. Thus, the Counterterrorism Initiative (CI) was created, with the young doctor at the head. As the Director General of CI, he regularly reports to the Home Secretary and Home Office of the UK and often cooperates with other security agencies to diminish the effects of terrorism on the UK. But really, the entire career is a ruse. Mihai has remained loyal to FOL and most of his work is concentrated into clamping down on fake FOL bases, while drawing attention away from vital operations. Recently, however, it's become slightly more difficult with the potentially up-and-coming PM--not that he thinks he can't outmaneuver the other, and whoever else might be on his tail.

Role-Play Sample

He had been skeptical about the assignment at first. It wasn't as though he wasn't curious, or that he objected to spending a week exploring a dream (it could almost count as a holiday), but being assigned the role of the subject was nothing short of being the slightest bit disconcerting for Mihai. He didn't quite take kindly to the idea of having his secrets readily accessible should the right place be stumbled upon, but that was a sentiment which he quietly omitted when he voiced his protests. They came off sounding weak and somewhat petty, and their "guide" made it clear that no complaints would be heard unless he wanted to be booted off the project altogether. In the end, Mihai found himself obliged to bite his tongue and drop the issue before his reluctance roused any suspicion. And after a good three days spent inside the dreamscape, he couldn't quite say that he regretted giving in. The atmosphere was no different than when they'd gone under with others, but there was a certain charm to occupying the dream with Arthur, in a city created by the other. He found himself constantly intrigued and mystified by their surroundings; how a place that resembled London in its design and taste could give off such a vast feeling of mirth. The world Arthur had built sported English roads, English buildings, and dirty alleyways, but all of this was rendered somewhat cheerier by the presence of its occupants, who seemed to prefer brighter colors and a livelier living than those who resided in the actual city. He figured that this was because they, the people, were /his/, and he applauded the street performers in jesters' clothing, and admired the fierce cheer of vendors selling their wares. He thought London might be a much nicer place if only the vibrancy of his projections were catching. His friend was no less taken with their week-long abode. Whereas Mihai remained passively in awe of the dreamscape, Arthur seemed to be trapped in a flurry of motion. He explored every corner of the world, picking out books and flipping through their pages, examining the novels and paintings and vases sold at the marketplace, appearing completely content in their surroundings despite being hardly able to understand a word spoken down there. Although Mihai identified snatches of French and fragments of English in the crowds, the people mostly spoke in the lilting tongue of his homeland. When he realized this, a bit into their first day, he began talking to almost anyone who was willing, comforted by the familiar language. It had been a long time since he'd heard it spoken. He almost found it strange, how at ease he felt in a place where people reminded him of home, and yet not a single one of them was real. There were people he'd meet who reminded him vaguely of his past—the young couple next door, who resembled the one five houses down in his old neighborhood, and the man who'd hit on him in a café, ordering a dark roast with sugar as his old boyfriend in high school used to. He even settled in easily enough in the flat Arthur built for them—not that, he supposed, he was ever very picky about where he lived, as long as it was comfortable. But perhaps even more surprising than how quickly he grew attached to the dreamscape, was how seamlessly he and Arthur managed to slip into a shared existence. It was true that they had been told to stick together, but there was something of a mutual understanding between them that made things a degree simpler. For example, in spite of Arthur's positively venomous scowl when Mihai had (jokingly) suggested he keep away from the kitchen unless either of them wanted to die from food-poisoning, the other had graciously allowed Mihai his own time and space to work through his frustrations with the recipes. Being unable to actually /read/ any of the cookbooks, whose text manifested as scribbles akin to the type he used to draw on homework he didn't want to do (and maybe the occasional report—just to spite certain people), was a cause of anguished frustration as he ended up resorting to memory and the age-old tactic of trial and error. It all worked out smoothly enough after a couple of hours and unnecessary amounts of swearing, but it seemed, at the rate they were going, that living out the rest of the week would be nothing short of an easy and surprisingly comfortable feat. On the third day, Arthur managed to get himself lost in the crowds. Upon noticing that the other had seemingly vanished from where he'd been examining a fountain before, Mihai experienced a brief stab of panic as he frantically scanned the paths around him. The number of people milling about the walkway made trying to spot Arthur futile, and he wondered where everyone had come from all of a sudden; but as he set off, about to begin his panicked search for Arthur, he came to the realization that in a place like this—nothing bad could happen. (Nothing with an equivalent to the real world.) Here, he thought, it was safe—perhaps even the safest—and Arthur had probably realized this as well when he took off on his own. With such a thought lingering in his mind, Mihai forced his apprehension away, and deliberately slowed in his pursuit of his friend so as to not betray any sign of undue worry, but also coming to the rare, considerate conclusion that perhaps his official duties could be suspended for the time-being, that Arthur could be allowed a moment of solitude however he wanted to spend it. As though to fool himself into casualness, he spent some time on his own wandering through the park, stopping whenever he found anything of interest. It was hours later when he finally stumbled upon the lake, which he'd left for last, and which Arthur had naturally decided to make his resting place. (Just his luck.) Mihai approached the other, and as he came closer, was rather pleasantly surprised by the look of exhilaration on Arthur's face. He had never seen the other so relaxed before, so comfortable and content in his surroundings, and, if anything, the delight was rather contagious. He returned Arthur's smile and allowed himself to be dragged to the bridge, with a minor complaint about how he had been looking all over for Arthur and had barely gotten a chance to sit down—must they really go right away? He relented anyway, faced with Arthur's enthusiasm, and found himself rather impressed by the view of the bridge stretching out before them. He let out a low whistle. "Your mind certainly has a taste for extravagant architecture, huh?" he commented, taking in the sight of the dragon (naturally) that wound its way across the top of the bridge. This likely only served to intensify Arthur's excitement, and he quickly suggested that they continue across to the other side. The proposal caused Mihai to hesitate. The question of what they might find on the opposite shore was, indeed, what concerned him. Over the past few days, he had been careful to monitor their surroundings, looking for any indication that a safe and all its secrets might be nearby, and none of the enchantment of the dreamverse could strip him of that cautiousness. Since he hadn't found any on this side, he wondered if that which he dreaded to find would be located on the other. The knowledge made him reluctant, if not entirely adverse, to the idea of crossing the bridge, but a glance in Arthur's direction weakened his reservations. It was clear what the other wanted to do, and he'd likely run off on his own anyway if Mihai didn't agree—but if he were to be honest, it mostly had to do with the other's hopeful grin, and the fact that he realized that Arthur looked happier than he had in awhile. He bit his lip, and decided that he could simply steer them away from any sensitive-looking areas. "All right then," he agreed, returning the smile. "Let's go explore," and with that, he tugged Arthur onto the bridge by hand. They walked across the structure's paved surface and past the tourists taking pictures, occasionally stopping here and there to point out some landmark or a particularly remarkable sight. The wind blew quite fiercely on the river, and it whipped their hair back whenever they paused to join the other travelers on the railing. Halfway through, Mihai contributed to the wind's work by throwing his own scarf onto Arthur's head, further messing the other's usually disheveled hair. By the time they reached the other end of the bridge, the gales had blasted red into their faces and Mihai was thoroughly breathless with amusement. On this shore, the Ferris wheel dominated the skyscape, rising over the tops of the park's trees and the other buildings of the city. A sign hung at the end of the bridge, remarking the Ferris wheel as a worthwhile landmark and giving its hours and prices. The line of people waiting at its base that day was rather short—perhaps most were inclined to stay home during one of the chillier days of season. Mihai's eyes wandered to the structure, up its sturdy-looking steel beams to where the highest compartment hung as though its riders could graze the clouds. He wondered whether they would be able to see the entire city from its pinnacle, and, rather interested in the whole affair, drew it to Arthur's attention. "Want to try it out?" he asked, with a smile and quirked eyebrow. "Let's see what that subconscious of yours has in store."

OOC Information

Worldie

You know where to find me, luv <3

A Belorussian and a Romanian walk into a bar. The bartender asks, “What will you have to drink?” The Belorussian responds, “Please. White Russian.” The bartender begins mixing the drink and turns to the Romanian. “And you?” “I will also have a White Russian.” The Romanian then turns to the Belorussian and bites him in the neck.

Do you have a mirror in your pocket because I can see myself in your pants. (;

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Oh my god that personality. That personality. I just want to keep on reading it - right until I realized that there's no more personality to read left. Also many likes and dislikes - I enjoyed reading them all you know and those fears of his. Makes me want to bring all the mirrors I have and break it. However, what I love most is the history. By the spirits, it was amazing. I really loved the history you know, how he did crimes to help his mother, for the sake of his mother and then the infiltration. It will be very interesting to see how Mihai ends up once we get the big plot going, oh so very interesting. Of course, welcome to Tomorrow Never Dies and I hope you'll enjoy your experience here. The name is Chimet, Mihai Andrei Chimet.

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