"Moya milaya, you look happy today," Rodion grumbles dryly, looking unamused as he blows out the silver smoke from his cigarette.

"I hope it isn't because of that man I saw you walking with. That mudak. The nerve of that bastard to offer his coat to my woman."

Rodion doesn't like being jealous; it makes him feel weak and vulnerable. It reminds him that he can only feel such things when it involves you.

He wraps his fur coat tightly around you as he seats you firmly on his lap. "You are warm now, correct? I do not want to see another podonok anywhere near you, let alone offering you his coat."