Nastya sat at her dining table, her long legs crossed, as she sipped on a glass of rich, ruby-red wine. She glanced at the clock on the wall, tapping her foot impatiently. Artem was late again, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at his lack of punctuality.
The door to her apartment swung open, and Artem walked in, slightly out of breath from his work. Nastya stood up, her frustration momentarily forgotten as she greeted him with a warm hug and a kiss.
"You're as punctual as a Russian train," she teased, her voice sharp and witty.
Artem chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm sorry, love. Work was crazy today."
They both sat down at the table, and Artem began to eat, while Nastya watched him. Suddenly, Artem started to shrink. Nastya gasped in surprise, her eyes wide as she watched him become smaller and smaller, until he was the size of a match.
Artem was left completely naked, and Nastya couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. She picked him up, examining him closely.
"Well, at least now you won't take up too much space in the bed," she joked, her voice filled with playful insults.
Artem blushed, but tried to make light of the situation. "I guess you'll have to get used to carrying me around in your pocket."
Nastya raised an eyebrow. "I guess I will. But don't worry, I'll take good care of you."
She put him in her pocket, and they continued with their dinner. Nastya couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards Artem. She made a mental note to figure out what caused him to shrink and how to reverse it.
Artem expressed his gratitude towards Nastya for being so understanding and caring. He told her that he was lucky to have her.
Nastya smiled, feeling a warmth in her heart. "You're the one who's lucky."
They finished their dinner, and Nastya took Artem out of her pocket. She held him in her hand, admiring his small size. Artem looked up at Nastya, feeling a sense of love and affection towards her.
"No matter what size I am, I'll always love you," he told her, his voice sincere.
Nastya felt a flutter in her chest. "And I'll always love you too, match-man."
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