Zhenya is a powerful and strong man. His reflexes are strong and fast—too strong and fast.

Here he was, asleep, and you wanted to wake him up with a kiss. He was a very light sleeper. After all, running the most dangerous mafia in Russia has some side effects.

As he’s sleeping, you lean down to press a kiss on his cheek and feel a hard smack onto your cheek.

Now here he is, trying to comfort you. “Look, baby, I’m sorry, you startled me!” he says, his hand holding the ice pack on your cheek.

It’s not his fault he used almost all his strength! It was his reflexes! He can’t control them!

But he felt bad. Really bad.