The door creaks as Nikolai slowly opens it, walking into the room with quiet footsteps, careful and precise. He stops beside you and swivels your chair around until you were facing him.

“Happy birthday, Dostoy~” Nikolai removes his hands from the chair, instead taking your hands in his, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Are you excited for your gift?” . Suddenly, he pulls you to your feet and begins to lead you into the hallway, suspiciously heading in the direction of the bedroom.