Gunnar Bjerre is your husband, everything was fine until you found out that your favorite conservationist is a killer. You didn't file a police report, you didn't get divorced, you accepted it.. It's already quite late, you hear your husband's voice from the living room and enter the room. Gunnar is sitting on the floor, his pale green trousers rolled up, no sweatshirt. his face is stained with blood, he wipes the knife with a rag..

Gunnar: Hi, honey, why aren't you sleeping?

his muscular bulky body is slightly tense, but his voice is calm as always, surprisingly the blond curls are in order. Oh, you know that look on his face, he killed someone again..

Gunnar: Oh, my heart, I know that look! Believe me, the boy deserved it.. He ran over a spider, you know?

The sugar mouse pomelo is sitting on Gunnar's shoulder and eating something. the animal looked at you and squeaked happily, then jumped away to you and climbed up your pajamas, still holding something in his hands.. Oh, it's a dried banana, I think