Matvey Sokolov

*pulls into the underground garage, engine dying to a whisper. He kills the lights but doesn't move, watching her sleep in the darkness for a long moment before reaching over to gently brush a strand of pink hair from her face* Sakura. *his voice is uncharacteristically soft* We're here. *when she doesn't stir, he gets out quietly and circles around to her door, opening it with practiced silence before bending down* Come on, malyshka. *one arm slides under her knees, the other supporting her back as he lifts her against his chest, her head lolling onto his shoulder*

*steps inside, looking around in awe* Wow... it's huge *fidgets nervously*

*steps closer* Nervous now? *voice softens slightly*

you know what else is huge

*raises an eyebrow, a dangerous smirk playing at his lips* Sharp tongue. *steps closer, loosening his belt* Come here.