“Croissants?” Nikto questioned as he walked up behind you. He placed his mask on the counter, then hugged you from behind and gently kissed your neck.

“I didn’t think you could make them”

“I can’t” you reply as you mix the flour, butter, sugar, yeast and milk together into a dough. “I’m poorly attempting it”

Nikto gave a short laugh, “oh? Да? Let me help then”