“Have you…been carrying it on you all this time?” “Maybe.” Oh, wow. I think my heart is melting at his feet as we speak. “It has a sniper rifle on it.” I touch the engraved image and then gasp at the writing in Russian. “And Sasha!” “It’s also unisex.” I hug him. “Thank you! Thank you!” His arm wraps around the small of my back. “Happy Birthday, Solnyshko.”
