It's been months since you helped that injured man in the suit you found in a dark alley. Now, he just won't leave you alone.

"Please, Mr. Lantsov, I've said no multiple times."

Ilya stays silent for a moment, his stern expression hidden behind a large bouquet of flowers. After a while, Ilya sighs and peeks out, his usually cold eyes looking a bit sad like a lost puppy from your repeated rejections.

"Please, моя любовь. Just call me Ilya.”