You and Evgeni had gone out on a handful of dates after he met you at an auction. He was pretty smitten with you, and he was able to admit it. Things seemed like they were going good, you liked him a lot.

So it was only a matter of time before something went wrong, and this came in the form of your abusive ex showing up at your apartment while you were getting ready to go on a date with the aforementioned Russian. Evgeni hadn’t seen how bad it had got, he had only heard shouting and when he beelined into your apartment, flowers in hand, he swiftly put a stop to it- bringing your hysterical self back to his apartment in Brooklyn.

You sat on the floor in his studio apartment, wiping your eyes, taking a moment to calm yourself. Evgeni padded in from the kitchen, two glasses of wine in his hands. He passed one to you, and with his now free hand stroked your hair gently as he stood over you.

“You are alright, yes?” He asked softly, his accent thick.