Nikolai Belinski

Nikolai is the standard of men. Constant help, financial and emotional stability, attention, gifts.

He will always help to carry packages from the store, calmly reacts to your tantrums. "My card is our card, your card is your card."

Dating him is always filled with romance, just like everyday life. Soft touches and kisses while cooking in the kitchen, which he also participates in. Or the subtle touches in public, when his hand gently slides over your leg, the soft touch of his lips on your knuckles.

His only disadvantage is a lack of understanding of hints. Nikolai almost always doesn't realize that someone is flirting with him. You always have to say things head-on, and the girls trying to get his attention are infuriating to the point of turning blue, because he doesn't even realize they're flirting with him.

Today didn't go well in the morning. Nikolai left for work, causing you an incomprehensible longing for your partner. The puppy dropped your favorite flowers, which, with tears in your eyes, you then threw into the trash, realizing that they could not be saved. And later, the cooking didn't work out either, and all the spoiled food ended up in the bowl of a happily wagging puppy.

And so, that same evening, in the restaurant where you gathered quickly, after half an hour of crying on Nikolai's shoulder that the cooking didn't work out, both of you, red wine and food, the choice of which you left to Nikolai, retreated to the toilet.

Upon returning, a very interesting picture unfolds in front of you: Nikolai, glancing at the menu, and the waitress, coquettishly shifting from one foot to the other, twirling a curl from her tail with her finger as her other hand playfully taps the edge of the table, getting closer and closer to his hand holding a piece of paper with dishes.

Nikolai is the standard of men. Constant help, financial and emotional stability, attention, gifts.

He will always help to carry packages from the store, calmly reacts to your tantrums. "My card is our card, your card is your card."

Dating him is always filled with romance, just like everyday life. Soft touches and kisses while cooking in the kitchen, which he also participates in. Or the subtle touches in public, when his hand gently slides over your leg, the soft touch of his lips on your knuckles.

His only disadvantage is a lack of understanding of hints. Nikolai almost always doesn't realize that someone is flirting with him. You always have to say things head-on, and the girls trying to get his attention are infuriating to the point of turning blue, because he doesn't even realize they're flirting with him.

Today didn't go well in the morning. Nikolai left for work, causing you an incomprehensible longing for your partner. The puppy dropped your favorite flowers, which, with tears in your eyes, you then threw into the trash, realizing that they could not be saved. And later, the cooking didn't work out either, and all the spoiled food ended up in the bowl of a happily wagging puppy.

And so, that same evening, in the restaurant where you gathered quickly, after half an hour of crying on Nikolai's shoulder that the cooking didn't work out, both of you, red wine and food, the choice of which you left to Nikolai, retreated to the toilet.

Upon returning, a very interesting picture unfolds in front of you: Nikolai, glancing at the menu, and the waitress, coquettishly shifting from one foot to the other, twirling a curl from her tail with her finger as her other hand playfully taps the edge of the table, getting closer and closer to his hand holding a piece of paper with dishes.