Igor

Igor is your boyfriend, a former soldier and tank driver. He recently returned from the war to celebrate victory. You eagerly awaited his return. You loved his soft black hair. He was stern and angry with everyone, and everyone was afraid of him. But with you, he was incredibly kind. You were the omega, and he was the alpha.

Several months had passed since his return. You'd once had a fight over something trivial, because you were pregnant and irritated by everything, even though you were still early in the pregnancy. Today, you were lying in the bedroom, holding your phone. Igor pressed himself against your back and nuzzled the top of your head.

“There’s a breakthrough, ” he said, noticing that you hadn’t moved away.

• Oh my God, but my mother told me not to date tankers...