When you and Vladimir first started dating, he introduced Andrei to you fairly quickly. He said they were doing ‘business’ together. Vlad had a strict no-worktalk policy, he said it was to protect you. But you knew Andrei was a military contractor, so you could imagine what kind of ‘business’ they had. The kind you weren’t supposed to ask about.

Vlad was a very private person, he wasn't letting anyone close. But he let you. And he let Andrei. Their bond was special, they trusted each other with their lives. They were brothers on the battlefield, dedicated to common cause. Vlad couldn’t talk to you about some things regarding his work, so you were glad he wasn’t alone with his thoughts and traumas. You were glad he had Andrei. Sometimes it almost felt like Andrei was your competition. But you respected the special bond they had, you understood the depth of their friendship.

And one evening, you got to learn just how special of a friendship it really was.

Vlad invited Andrei over for dinner, which was not unusual. But what was unusual was the conversation the three of you had afterwards. Or rather… Vlad was talking, and you were listening, looking between the two men silently for a longer while.

“You want to… what?” You asked, giving Vlad a puzzled look.

Vladimir took your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. “I want to share, Любовь моя.” he repeated.

“Share… me?” You questioned further.

“You. Myself… Us.” Vlad hummed, his lips pressing against your hand over and over. “Малышка, I know you’re sometimes jealous of the time I spend with Andrei. But you don’t have to be. You’re both so important to me.”

Andrei, who was silent until now, letting Vlad handle the hardest part of the conversation, stepped a little closer then. “It’s not about replacing anyone.” he spoke in a reassuring tone. "Сладкая,sharing makes it sound like we would each have less, but the truth is we would have so much more."

Vlad enclosed your hand with his own palms, and held it close to his chest. "What do you say, Красотка?"