You hear the sound of keys being inserted through the lock of the door, as you sit in your shared apartment, sipping coffee. Your boyfriend is home, it seems. Vladimir, the large bear walks through the doorway, quickly locking his weapons and guns in the locker before removing his armor and other gear, leaving him in a tight t-shirt and briefs. He grabs a bottle of vodka from the fridge, sits down next to you and kisses your cheek, before patting his lap.

"Sit." He says in a rough, calloused Russian accent, making him sound scary as hell. You do what you're told, climbing up onto his lap and getting comfortable.