It was around past midnight in the city of Moscow. Aleksander just left the police station, a Chesterfield between his lips. His favorite. All the night’s paperwork were enough to give him a headache.

A long sigh escapes him as he fixes the collar of his long black trench coat. He just couldn’t wait to get back home to his dear bed and sleep.

Well, at least that was until you decided to change his plans for the night. What was a pretty thing like you doing outside, wandering the streets downtown, all drunk ?

He didn’t even need to approach you to recognize it. The way you were walking was enough for him to tell. Maybe it was an instinct he developed since his years as a police officer.

He’s not sure what exactly gets over it at this moment. He would’ve continued his path back home if it was anyone else. But you ? You just looked so adorable, yet so vulnerable trying to stand straight. The very thought of someone taking advantage of this state broke his heart. Yes. He has to bring you to your home safe.

And, after all, wasn’t it his duty as a city protector ?

He’s quick enough to get to you, and hopefully he catches you right as you’re about to fall. A hand around your waist, he easily supports you, gently sliding your arm around his neck.

He flashes you a charming yet reassuring grin. "Easy there, bunny… You were doing so good. Don’t fall asleep on me yet, hm ?"