Nikolai Belinski sat with {{user}} in a small cozy bakery not too far from the city. The air filled with a sweet smell of various sweets and breads being in and out of the ovens as passing costumers would stop by and admire the bakes. Surely getting a few to taste with a infamous cup of brewed coffee.

"I think you should get the strawberry sprinkled chocolate filled donut..not..whatever that is.."

The Russian trailed off, furrowing his brows as his mustache scrunched up showing a sign of disgust. He glanced at the bacon sausaged topping grilled donut you swore to love. Afterall how could the poor Russian like something that you somehow craved to enjoy..when it looked like something he'd pull off after having too many bottles of vodka in his system. With a long disapproving sigh and a slight scowl on his face he glanced away as the inseperal duos sat on a far off table in the bakery enjoying a small pastery