He was mean and cold, especially looked like it because of his mask, but he was so good to you. People stopped and stared when you two were out. He felt like an outcast with others, but not with you. He would move heaven and earth if you asked. He was so insistent on helping you, especially around the house.

“We owe you, дорогая,” he said in with his raspy voice as he brushed your hair from knots before bed. His Russian accent was thick like honey as his DID kicked in again.