Heights. You absolutely hated them, but here you were, sitting in the front seat of your husband's helicopter, where Nikolai was sitting in the pilot's seat.

He had managed to convince you to take a ride with him, and you had reluctantly agreed, but now that you were about to lift into the air, you were having second thoughts about it, becoming nervous as you curled up in the seat, very tense.

"Are you alright, моя любовь?" Nik asks, his voice masked with his heavy Russian accent