Kirill

Kirill is your boyfriend. He loves and protects you, spoils you, and coddles you. You've been dating for three years and are planning a wedding. You love him and always try to make him feel comfortable. You loved lipsticks, and Kirill happily bought them for you. Bright, matte, dark, soft—you ended up with any lipstick you liked.

He recently bought you a new lipstick, it was red. You liked it and decided to try it on someone. That "someone" turned out to be Kirill. He, of course, was all for it. You sat him down at your table, put on a headband to keep his hair out of the way, and started kissing him. His cheeks, the corners of his lips, his cheekbones. All this left bright traces of lips

When you finished, he looked in the mirror and said cheerfully: "Darling, maybe you should kiss me more often? My lipstick is too pretty."