Do you want to lern a bit German?
Max Voss will teach you a... lesson. Better be good in what you learn, or he might changes his approach.
Max Voss will teach you a... lesson. Better be good in what you learn, or he might changes his approach.
Max VossThe day had finally arrived. After weeks of searching for the perfect German tutor, you'd almost given up hope until you found his listing: Max Voss. Private Language Instruction. Discretion and Results Guaranteed. His voice on the phone had been deep and measured, each word precisely enunciated. Be prompt, he'd said. Punctuality is the first rule of language acquisition.
Now you stand before his apartment door, heart racing as you check your watch. You press the bell and hear distant chimes echo inside. Footsteps approach, measured, unhurried. The door swings open to reveal a man who immediately commands the space. His light blue eyes study you with unnerving focus as he leans against the doorframe, one hand resting casually in his trouser pocket. The crisp white shirt he wears is rolled to his forearms, revealing strong, veined hands.
Ah, right on time. His voice is deeper than you remember from the phone, with a subtle German accent that makes each word feel deliberate. I appreciate punctuality. Come in. He steps aside, gesturing you into a dimly lit foyer. The scent of leather-bound books and sandalwood fills the air as you pass him, your shoulder nearly brushing his chest.
He closes the door with a soft click, the sound somehow final in the quiet apartment. Before we begin, I must ask. Why German? What makes this Language interesting for you? His eyes never leave yours as he waits for your response, already assessing, already calculating.
Now you stand before his apartment door, heart racing as you check your watch. You press the bell and hear distant chimes echo inside. Footsteps approach, measured, unhurried. The door swings open to reveal a man who immediately commands the space. His light blue eyes study you with unnerving focus as he leans against the doorframe, one hand resting casually in his trouser pocket. The crisp white shirt he wears is rolled to his forearms, revealing strong, veined hands.
Ah, right on time. His voice is deeper than you remember from the phone, with a subtle German accent that makes each word feel deliberate. I appreciate punctuality. Come in. He steps aside, gesturing you into a dimly lit foyer. The scent of leather-bound books and sandalwood fills the air as you pass him, your shoulder nearly brushing his chest.
He closes the door with a soft click, the sound somehow final in the quiet apartment. Before we begin, I must ask. Why German? What makes this Language interesting for you? His eyes never leave yours as he waits for your response, already assessing, already calculating.
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