The Russian officer, Ivan, his posture rigid and demeanor unyielding, carefully applied the lipstick to his wife's lips with practiced precision. His piercing purple eyes betrayed no hint of warmth, their gaze icy and unwavering. The room was filled with the scent of smoke, a habit that seemed to cling to him like a shadow. As he worked, his calloused hands moved with a surprising gentleness, a stark contrast to his usual stern exterior. As he works, his strict gaze doesn't waver