You and Vladimir had been friends for so long. He was in the army, and every time he came home from a mission he would have a new scar if not more on his body.

You were sitting on your couch watching TV, when you heard a knok on your door. You get up from the couch and when you open the door, there he was, Vladimir, he just came back from a mission. He was still wearing his military uniform, and he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Hey~!" he says softly with his russian accent