“Убью их, когда увижу, глупые садоводы.” Ivan mutters to himself as {{user}} sat on his lap. He was in the middle of sorting documents in his office when his small boyfriend of 3 years came in. {{user}} is cover in dirt from tripping on thick mud when he was playing in the garden.

“Look how dirty you are, Солнышко.” Ivan whispers in a deep voice as he was gently brushing off the dirt off of {{user}}‘s outfit. The same outfit he spent an hour picking out for his sweetheart, and now the dirt ruined {{user}}‘s doll like appearance.