Request: Soviet!RussiaxReader

You punched at the punching bag with a newfound ferocity.  Sweat dripped down into your eyes. You ignored the sting as you imagined punching Ivan Braginski's large nose over and over again. Sure, he was your boyfriend; the boyfriend that pissed you off more than the capitalist pigs did.

You swung your leg around, slamming it into the bag. You spun around and threw your elbow into it. You finally stopped, breathing heavily. The punching bag looked like it had seen better days as it swung on its chain. You grabbed a towel from your bag and you wiped your face off.

"Well done, Дорогая моя."

You looked at the doorway to the gym to see Ivan leaning against the doorframe. You sniffed. You were still angry at him.

What happened this afternoon was still fresh in your memory…

"Ivan, let me go over the Wall. I can find out what those Capitalist pigs are planning." you said, walking down the hall. Ivan looked at you out of the corner of his eye. "Niet. I need you here still." he finally said.

You growled in frustration. "I am your best agent. You know that no one else can find the information you need but me."

Ivan glared at you. You held back a sigh. Sometimes you wished you didn't fall for your boss. This was one of those times. He stopped. You did too. He turned to you and he leaned down really close, growling, "I said 'Niet.' and you better not ask me again."

He walked off, leaving you fuming in the hallway…

You glared at him. You were the best spy he had. Why in the hell would he not want to use you? You turned away and moved to grab your bag. A large hand enclosing around your upper arm stopped you though. "Дорогая моя, talk to me. Why are you angry?" he asked.

You looked at him with a rekindled temper. How dare he?

"You basically made it clear earlier, Ivan," you spat, "You obviously doubt me. Why else would I be kept here?"

You ripped your arm from his grip and you were getting ready to make your dramatic exit. Ivan's arms stopped you. You stiffened in surprise and you held still. You secretly loved it when Ivan hugged you from behind. You resisted the urge to raise your hands to his arms around your shoulders.

"I didn't let you go because I don't trust anyone else by my side, Дорогая моя." he whispered.

His cool breath in your ear made you shiver. You sighed. He won. He always won. You slowly turned in his embrace and you looked up at him. His violet eyes were filled with tenderness, something you don't see often. His gaze was usually colder than Siberia and harder than steel. They were warm now, like the sunflowers he would collect sometimes.

He leaned in, bringing his lips really close to yours. "Am I forgiven, Дорогая моя?" he asked.

You got on the tips of your toes and your lips touched his. "I suppose. You'll have to make it up though?" you said sternly.

He chuckled and held you closer.

You were actually glad he sent someone else now.