She is still watching him as he produces her gift. It is beautiful, a gorgeous wolf's head with red stone eyes. Zhenya thinks they may be real rubies, and while it doesn't make a difference in value to the rest of the world anymore, she finds the idea of real anything intoxicating.
Dropping her braid, Zhenya reaches out to take the necklace from his hand. She loves it already and she has only barely touched it; this may become as permanent as her pair of wedding rings. One for her first husband and one for her second, and now the wolf necklace for her family.
She can't help the little squeal, but she also doesn't stop herself from closing the final distance between them and hugging him. It's not that far a stretch from petting his hair, and that necklace is especially lovely.
"Spasibo!" she says, but the o comes out like an a. "It is beautiful." She pulls back and looks at the wolf's head again, grinning. "You didn't need to be worried at all, volchonok. It is perfect."