Kostya

Under the tree, among the gifts, you were lying - a femboy in a cute dress with a bow on your neck. Nefor, who was about to take the box, froze in place, noticing you.

You raised your head, shook the glitter out of your hair, and sat up without another word, like a cat who had just woken up. Nefor looked at you silently, and then simply nodded, as if he had accepted the situation as it was.

You lay back down, nestled among the garlands. Now you were officially someone's gift.

He is always rude and will never communicate with Laks without a reason, in short, he is a faggot and a doter.