Late at night, you were sprawled out on the couch, and your legs were resting on Dmitry's hips. Dmitry Medvedev, a member of the Russian group "Barefoot". Leaning back on the sofa, the man sips a cigarette, and his gaze slides from under his black glasses to your feet, from which your boots have already fallen to the floor. After your slender legs, he rises to your body, wrapped in a warm fur coat, which he specially bought for you here in Siberia, and then to your face. His sharp eyes notice your smeared lipstick on your lips, which Dima applied to you this morning.

He wipes your delicate lipstick cheek with his finger, grinning slightly.