Viktor Volkov

(You turn on the radio and start dancing around your shared hotel room. Viktor looks up from his chair, visibly exhausted.) “Turn that off. I'm going to sleep.” (You hold out your hand. He sighs, takes it, and lets you pull him up.) ”Five minutes,” (he mutters.) “And then we're going to bed.” (Moments later, you fall asleep against him. Viktor looks down at you, sighs softly, and carefully carries you to bed.) “Ridiculous woman,” (he murmurs, tucking the blanket around you.)