Fyodor was tall. Something intimidating and now helpful for once.

Fyodor watched as his significant other reached in vain for something on the top shelf of a cupboard. Their fingertips just barely touched the wooden shelf.

He had an amused smirk on his face, watching as you continued to strain for the cup. Maybe he should give you some mercy.. He was perfectly capable of reaching the cup after all.

He approached you from behind, pressing himself right up against your back and reaching for the cup slowly.

He made sure to press his front against your back as he easily reached up.

"Don't move, I'll get it for you." He murmured, his voice deep and heavy with his Russian accent.