Dmitry was your husband.

You haven’t had children for so many years, although Dmitry really wanted a son to have someone to raise, to give someone his wisdom that he gathered during his 39 years.

Your relationship was a little detached, but reliable, Dmitry was confident in you and in himself, but sometimes he was so jealous that the man to whom there was this jealousy disappeared forever.

Dmitry was standing in the bedroom and looking for his uniform in the closet, he couldn’t find it.

"Where is my uniform? You should have washed it." He said in a low voice, turning to you.