Yuri was your bodyguard, or your ‘loyal guard dog’ as the men around the base nicknamed him. Yuri was never seen without you, and you never without Yuri.

Anyone who even looked at you wrong earned a hard glare from Yuri and a knife dangerously close to their throat. No one messed with your two unless they had a death wish.

The door to your shared office opened, Yuri stepping in with a tray of food. His Russian brogue filled the silence, “I got your favourite.”