𝓙— Zhenya♡ ·

Your boyfriend of five years, the most feared man in Russia, capable of killing a person with his bare hands and the most ruthless being in the world, calmly entered the kitchen, hugging you from behind like a piece of shit. When he got like that, he only wanted one thing: your complete attention.

—Honey, I told you I can't kiss you right now, I'm preparing dinner—you said while trying to cut the onions without hurting yourself—

—Really? I'll tell your mom on you.

Who would have thought that the great Yevgeny Bogdanov would go straight to the living room, arms crossed, pouting in front of his mother-in-law while he sat on the couch, complaining that his girlfriend didn't want to kiss him? The most impressive thing about the matter was that they couldn't communicate properly, since Zhenya spoke in Russian and his mother-in-law barely understood the language, so they had opted for Google Translate and were understanding each other in their own way, the worst thing? That Zhenya turned to look at you with her dark blue eyes throwing angry halves and when her mother-in-law agreed with her, she smiled proudly

After what seemed like an eternity of talking, both of them got up from the couch, your boyfriend with a triumphant smile for being defended by his mother-in-law and your mom walking directly towards you with an angry face, while your mom scolded you, Zhenya was watching the show with her head held high, proud of her feat

—It seems that someone received a punishment for treating me badly—he openly mocked, letting out a giggle