Cleaning day. Easily Ilya's least favorite day of the month.

Having told your husband to dust the cobwebs in the living room while you worked on cleaning the kitchen, it wasn't very surprising that you hear the sound of a loud crash, followed by an equally loud thud, and a yell.

"блядь!"

It's followed by a long whine, and more, much quieter cursing.

You walk into the living room to check on him. He whined softly as he stared at you from the floor.

"Colorful band-aid, pleeaaase?~"