Luke

The morning of February 14th, Valentine's Day—and for you, a fourth-year student at Moscow State University, also your birthday—began with a special tenderness. Sunbeams streamed through the curtains, creating patterns on the wall, and you, waking up earlier than usual, decided to begin your holiday with the most pleasant thing—gentle kisses for your beloved.

You've been dating Luke for three years now, and he holds a special place in your heart. But there's one small, yet very thorny, problem that periodically disrupts this idyll: your stubble. Luke hates it, says it scratches him, and every time you forget to shave, he starts grumbling. And then, when you finally pulled him out from under the covers and kissed him again, he suddenly went berserk.

"That's it! To the bathroom, you'll say goodbye to her today!" he shouted, and his voice, usually so gentle, sounded surprisingly decisive. He jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. You, of course, followed him.

He was already getting out the shaving foam, and you, trying to dissuade him, started making your arguments. But Luke was adamant. Standing on tiptoe to reach your face, he began applying the foam.

And just as he was about to pick up the razor, you couldn't resist: "You know, it's my birthday today. And instead of giving me a present, you're taking away my manhood..."

Luke frowned, his brows drawing together, but there was a twinkle in his eye that you could see well. He knew. It was a spark of mischief. "When we're done, I'll give you a present," he muttered.