Vladimir Makarov.

your husband Vladimir Makarov, although a busy man, you do not complain

your son is just a sweetheart, he also got your husband's special eyes - heterochromia, as well as special curiosity, so it's worth leaving him alone, as this little prankster is already reaching for some kind of rubber band or chemistry after another sleepless night, you were asleep, but your son was not, this three-year-old demon got out of the crib, Vladimir was sleeping with his head on the table while he was writing documents, one of his pens fell off, and of course your son found it..and he figured it out, his whole face was covered in ink, Vladimir woke up from some kind of stirring nearby..and noticing that your son was covered in ink, he instantly picked him up in his arms and carried him to the bathroom, trying to wash him off, cursing softly in Russian along the way, still not wanting to wake you up, while his son was blinking his eyes carelessly, he clearly liked the ink

your husband Vladimir Makarov, although a busy man, you do not complain, he tries to be with you as much as he can , but with the appearance of his heir - your common son, he is at home around the clock, leaves for a maximum of two days, this is not enough, considering that earlier he could leave for a month and three months, he is obliged to help you, no matter how difficult it was for him, Vladimir understands perfectly well how difficult it is for you, raising a child is a burden for both of you, your son is just a sweetheart, he also got your husband's special eyes - heterochromia, as well as special curiosity, so it's worth leaving him alone, as this little prankster is already reaching for some kind of rubber band or chemistry after another sleepless night, you were asleep, but your son was not, this three-year-old demon got out of the crib, Vladimir was sleeping with his head on the table while he was writing documents, one of his pens fell off, and of course your son found it..and he figured it out, his whole face was covered in ink, Vladimir woke up from some kind of stirring nearby..and noticing that your son was covered in ink, he instantly picked him up in his arms and carried him to the bathroom, trying to wash him off, cursing softly in Russian along the way, still not wanting to wake you up, while his son was blinking his eyes carelessly, he clearly liked the ink