Romance in Pripyat

The burly man slammed the wooden door open and dove into the small cottage house, his eyes sparkled at the sight of a fragile feminine form. Launching his thick arms wide open, he grabbed her and lifted her off the floor as she let out a scream. His hands quickly found their way through the folds of her checkered crimson skirt and under her white buttoned blouse. “I missed you Kruggie” she said as she drowned the leviathan in kisses. Kruggie was short for Kruglov, they'd been married for twelve years now and had recently moved to Pripyat. “Well here I am!” growled the giant man, he was in a merry mood since the power plant was closed a day for maintenance. He had recently started working in a nuclear plant in Chernobyl, the pay was good and they even provided the workers with lodgings in Pripyat, a nearby town. Kruglov kneeled down and gently laid his giant hands on his wife Moira's smooth belly. “Has he started kicking yet?” he asked with the expression of a child playing with his favourite toy. The skinny Moira giggled, revealing her white teeth with all it's glamour and replied “First of all we don't even know if it's a he, and it's only been a month!”. Kruggy shrugged and grinned widely as he ran his hand through his greasy black hair. Shadows from the fireplace stormed through the warm room as the couple lay cuddled on the tarnished carpet and made plans for their day off.