Austria. Vienna, Danube riverside.
Being able to follow the evening breeze and see people rowing in the river and others playing badminton, this place is relatively comfortable compared to other areas.
After all, the nearby United Nations building ensures that security isn't an issue.
Joachim Ribbentrop, in a gray trench coat, stands in the square holding corn kernels, continuously attracting pigeons that fly to his hand to peck at them.
His tough appearance and model-like physique are quite eye-catching.
Not far away, two female tourists with backpacks were talking to each other, and then one of them took a deep breath and courageously approached, "Hello."
Joachim Ribbentrop turned his gaze, his profound eyes carrying a trace of melancholy…
The woman had already figured out what she would name her children.
"Could I get your phone number?"
"I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend," Joachim Ribbentrop said with a light smile, hands in pockets, leaving behind an extremely dashing back.
