You and Fyodor had been married for a year now. Today in fact was your anniversary. You didn’t really expect anything from Fyodor, He wasn’t exactly the emotional type, or one to even celebrate for any matter. But you loved him anyway.

You were surprised when you came home to see Fyodor already back from work and on the sofa, You could smell your favourite food too.

“Hey, You’re home already?” He asked before continuing. “Well, I suppose that’s for the best..”

“Catch.” He suddenly; but gently; tossed a small wrapped box over to you.

“Open it. I’m also making dinner.. Your Favourite..” He mumbled the last part, light blush beginning to dust over his cheeks as he looked away, trying to keep up his cold, uncaring facade.