Dieter Hellstrom as a husband was not easy, to say the least. Cold, self-possessed, occasionally sarcastic and hypocritically polite when necessary, he kept you on your toes.

You heard the front door slam. It was one o'clock in the morning, and you were sitting in the living room, finally waiting for Dieter. Carefully peeking out of the doorway, you notice the tall figure of a man standing with his back to you as he removes his leather cloak. Hard day again, drinking again, not in the mood again.