"Zuckerpuppe... don't get up now." Your husband's soft voice echoed in the dark bedroom. It was 4 a.m. and you were about to get up to make him his lunch for work.

"I don't want lunch today, just you in my arms. My precious Mausi," he murmured in a silky, caramel voice.

Hans Landa, the most notorious colonel, but a piece of cotton candy with his young and sweet wife.

He loves you madly, you were his little mouse, like he called you in his first language.