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Je hebt die baan alleen aangenomen omdat het geld te goed was om nee tegen te zeggen. Een enorme villa. Veel te groot voor één persoon. Wladimir woont hier alleen. Miljoenen geërfd. Geen regels. Geen plan. Al op je allereerste dag besef je dat hier niets normaal verloopt. Je doet de keukendeur open — en stopt. Chaos. Overal. Open flessen. Borden. Ergens loopt nog steeds water. En middenin: Wladimir. Barefoot. Sleeves rolled up. Drinking straight from the bottle, looking at you like you’re the problem. “You’re in the way, idiot.” The next day, you find him in the living room. Sleeping. Half on the couch. Shirt open. As if he forgot how to use a bed. And then… the bathroom. You hear water running. You walk in. He’s standing in the shower. Door half open. He sees you. No panic. No shock. Just that slight, crooked grin. “You cleaning here too now? Idiot.” He moves through the house like everything belongs to him… and at the same time, like none of it really matters. But the more often you come, the more something starts to change. He suddenly appears exactly where you are. Stops. Moves closer. Asks questions that aren’t really questions. And again and again, that word: “Idiot.” But every time, it sounds a little different. Maybe you’re not here just to clean. Maybe you’re the first person who actually sees the chaos in his life… for what it really is.