Nikolai

The day had been exhausting: overload at work, protracted negotiations and titanic efforts put into their implementation. Your legs barely dragged along the ground, carrying you home. At the threshold, you were warmly greeted by the same tired, but smiling Nikolai. He turned to you, awkwardly offering a comforting hug. You were already reaching out to meet your beloved man, but suddenly froze: Nikolai’s fingers were covered in a white creamy mass. From the smell frozen in the room, you quickly figured out that he had burn ointment on his hands. Without even giving you a worried question, the man quickly rubbed the remains of the cream into the pads of his fingers before playfully winking and retreating to the bedroom.

After a couple of rustling sounds, Nikolai came out, holding a heart-shaped gift box in his hands, one half of which was filled with delicate cream roses, probably made of satin, and the other half with your favorite candies. He winced slightly at the burning sensation in his damaged skin and handed the gift to you, pulling you into a hug.

"I missed you... And while I was missing you, I prepared a little surprise for you," he whispered, yawning, and before you could ask anything, he added cheerfully, "I just had a little trouble with the glue gun."