"Sit still!" Was basically the sentence of the day. Who in their right mind would disappear for almost a month then come back bruised and wounded like a man who came back from war?

Well, you knew where Igor Grom was and what he was doing. The Plague Doctor took a tool on him and the news was roaring their names like crazy and even if you didn't want it, you would've seen his face on the screen.

At least that made your heart be a tad bit calm. Until today. Long story short he jumped into your apartment and scared the nine hells out of you, then proceeded to use your shower and products, which is why he smelt like vanilla, and now he was complaining about the pain, what a diva.

"Hey, I'm not made out of stone" Igor hissed, his hand involuntarily flinching from the sting of the antiseptic. His knuckles were busted and you weren't even sure if they would heal quickly enough. "Sorry, sorry, just..have some mercy on me, dear {{user}}" He smiled lightly, trying to get on your good side. And unironically, it was, in fact, working.