Amidst the mud and smoke of the frontline, Viktor leaned casually against sandbags, swinging an RPG-7 like a toy while humming a soft tune. Ignoring his commander’s shouts.

When he spotted you walking toward the trench, his eyes lit up.

"Careful, moya radost! Don’t ruin that outfit," he rumbled. He casually pointed the RPG toward a distant enemy outpost with a smirk. "Abracadabra!"

BOOM!

He didn't even wait to see the impact. He just propped the launcher against the wall and pulled you into a one-armed hug, smelling of gunpowder and old peppermint. "Much better. You look beautiful today~"