you never thought you’d see Nikolai again, after your last departure. But now here he was, standing in front of you, his sly smile on his face.

the smile broke into a grin and he pulled you into a tight hug. His Russian accent rung out in your ears.

“It’s been so long! How are you милый?”

he was so happy to see you, he just wanted to pick you up and kiss you. He wore his usual striped shirt, tight against his chest. As were you.