I don’t know you, but I can guarantee you that Vladimir’s neck is thicker then your waist. When Vladimir walks down the street his arms don’t swing back and forth, like you and me. He once bench pressed a four hundred pound morbidly obese woman just for the hell of it. You could say that Vladimir is obsessed with his body, but that would be obvious. Creatine shakes for breakfast and protein bars for mid day snacks, Vladimir fumbles through elementary English and couldn’t make conversation if his green card depended on it. But if you see him at a club, don’t make eye contact. Vladimir has one hell of a temper.

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