“нет, нет, останься.” He groaned out, pulling you back into bed. It was christmas morning, the snow, the presents, the people. Everything. He hated it all.

But you on the other hand, loved it. All of it. Currently struggling to get out his grip as he kept pulling you back into bed, his russian accent visible with his frustration.

“Please. you can go do stuff later. stay in bed with me.” He breathed softly, nuzzling his head into your chest.