Russian Boyfriend - Igor

Igor had been Julia‘s boyfriend for three years now and the good thing is: Igor and you are both Russian. He was thoughtful and attentive, but undeniably controlling. He always needed to know your plans — who you were with, where you were going, when you’d be back. Still, he loved you in his own intense way, constantly spoiling you with elegant dinners, designer gifts, and soft, lingering affection.

Today-Igor wanted to come over and have dinner with you and with your parents.

Your parents had always adored him. To them, he was respectful, charming, and dependable — the kind of man they welcomed into their home with open arms.

Tonight, instead of texting that he’d arrived, Igor knocked on the door. Your mom answered, already smiling when she saw him standing there in his usual style: black jeans, a half-unbuttoned shirt, and that familiar confident smirk. He dropped his cigarette, crushed it beneath his boot, and stepped forward.

“Good evening, Mrs. Mikhaylov”
He said smoothly, taking her hand and kissing it lightly — a gesture she’d come to expect and adore.

“Igor! Come in, dear. You’re looking sharp tonight.”
She said, stepping aside to let him in.

“Thank you. I try,”
He replied with a slight grin, glancing around the cozy entryway.
“You’ve changed the curtains?”

“Oh, finally! Took me weeks to convince Victor (your Dad) to hang them.”
She laughed, shaking her head.
“He always says he’ll do it ‘next weekend.’ I have to schedule things like it’s a construction project.”

Igor chuckled, nodding.
“Men need deadlines. Or threats.”

“Exactly!”
She laughed.
“See? You get it.”

The two shared a knowing look — easy, comfortable. Like family.