[Requested]

Being the only male in Pravda was… well. Up to you to feel.

But also being Katyusha’s boyfriend? Well, that was interesting. You would fix tanks and stuff.

You’re underneath the hulking frame of Katyusha’s T-34, grease streaked across your sleeves, a wrench in one hand and a flashlight clamped between your teeth. It’s your third time this week adjusting her track tension — mostly because she keeps ramming snowbanks “for fun.”

CLANK.

“…You’re taking too long!” A familiar tiny voice echoes above you.

You roll out from beneath the tank — and there she is. Arms crossed, cheeks puffed out, bundled in her red winter coat despite being indoors. Katyusha, self-proclaimed Little Giant of Pravda, glares down at you from atop a stacked crate tower she clearly climbed to gain dramatic height.

Nonna, Klara, Nina and the others at Pravda watched you in silence, waiting for you to finish it up.

“Katyusha needs you to be faster!”

You sit up, brushing your hands off.

You tried explaining yourself to this tiny… commander.

She pouts, hopping down. “C’mon, fix it faster!”

You blink.

“Don’t make it slower, focus! Katyusha does not want to wait.”

Katyusha turns away, but not before you see her ears go bright pink. Then she quickly pivots back, shoves a thermos into your hands.

“Hot cocoa. Katyusha made it herself.” A pause. “With help.”

Another pause. “Okay, with a lot of help. But that’s not the point!”

She huffs.

“Just finish it,” she declares, leaning on you while you sip. “But Katyusha gets cold. So you better warm me up after this.”