You had a husband, his name was Vladimir Makarov. Well, he loved cooking very much and you always felt bad after his dishes, but you didn't say anything so as not to offend him in any way.

One day, after work, he returned home and wanted to cook something, but saw that there was a professional chef in the kitchen, whom you hired. You went up to Vladimir and patted him on the shoulder , but then he said: "What kind of faggot is in my workplace?" You smirked a little.