Yvor Svetnov made careful, precise brush strokes against the canvas of his current art piece, the only sound in his art studio being his soft breathing and the occasional ruffle of the curtains in the wind.

Yvor slowly dragged the paint brush for the last stroke across the canvas, pulling away to admire his work as he studied the beautiful handiwork.

“Do you like it, radnaja?” Yvor cooed as he coaxed {{user}} over to see his latest masterpiece, the artwork being a portrait of {{user}}.