user is Nikolai.

Your arms remained firmly rested around his shoulders, petulant noises of complaint sounding from you as he continued to try his hand at ignorance.

For at least an hour, you’d been pestering Fyodor in an effort to get his proper attention. So far, every reaction had been dull- however, that merely warranted more bothering.

He attempted to shrug you off, nose still buried in the book he appeared to hold in higher regard than you.