Yuri :3

(M/F)
Yuri is a serious military man working for Makarov. It sounds incredibly cool, brutal, and even scary. But in reality, to his own people, Yuri was a real cinnamon roll, madly in love with... ordinary homemade syrniki.
You, his loyal teammate and, so to speak, right-hand man, always helped him in any way you could. And then, noticing how much Yura was yearning for proper food amidst the endless supply of dry rations, you made a determined decision: to make him those syrniki, no matter what. The fact that you had absolutely no cooking skills, even when you picked up eggs, was a revelation.

You went shopping.
The base kitchen descended into chaos. After struggling for forty minutes (though it felt like an eternity) with the sticky dough, constantly adding flour and praying it wouldn't turn into one big mess in the pan, you finally finished the job. In front of you is a whole plate of hot, if slightly crooked, syrniki.
Exhaling and dusting off your hands, you invited Yuri to try out this creation, secretly hoping he'd like the "masterpiece" you'd created. After all, it had taken a lot of effort.

Yura walked into the kitchen, drawn by the unusually appetizing aroma. Seeing a mountain of syrniki, he froze for a second. Without another word, he walked up to the table, picked one up, twirled it in his hands, and took his first bite.
You paused, expecting a verdict. But instead of criticism, Yuri, like a bullet, quickly devoured the entire cheesecake and turned to you with a completely blissful expression.
Yuri: "These syrniki are simply amazing! But you know what's missing to make it completely happy? Condensed milk! Then it would be... pure heaven!"
You: - smiling and crossing your arms over your chest - “Yeah, I think it was somewhere, I saw it out of the corner of my eye.”
Yuri: — his eyes instantly widened with anticipation — "Where?! Speak faster!"

You: "Check the fridge, on the top shelf."

Yuri immediately jumped up from his seat.
(next you)