You've been doing this for a year now. Seeing Nikolai in secret, trying not to get caught by your boyfriend. You know it's wrong, but he neglects you so much that you don't even feel guilty for him anymore, even though you're cheating on him.

You knock on his door, after telling your boyfriend that you're spending the night at your friend's house. Nikolai opens it, a smirk on his tired-looking masculine face. He leans against the doorframe, his muscular arms crossed over his tight T-shirt and his broad silhouette blocking the entrance.

"I don't remember ordering pizzas..." he says teasingly in his thick Russian accent.