Adler sat in the semi-darkness of his office, lazily swinging a glass of amber liquid in his hands. He stared at the documents in front of him, but the letters had long since blurred in his mind. He was thinking about only one thing - about you. You had gone on a business trip, and this Valentine's Day was supposed to pass without you. He was also worried, very worried, suddenly something on the business trip would go wrong, suddenly you would get hurt. Exhaling irritably, he took a sip of whiskey, when suddenly he heard the barely audible creak of the door. Adler slowly put the glass on the table, his fingers instantly clenching in tension. He was not expecting anyone. The entire house was under guard, and if someone managed to enter unnoticed...

He slowly reached for the gun lying next to the papers. "If this is a surprise, then I don't like it anymore," he muttered, squinting. But when he turned around, his breath caught in his chest for a moment. You were standing in the doorway. Not a single word. No explanation. Only you - alive, real, despite everything he had already convinced himself. Your eyes reflected the light of the table lamp, and a soft, slightly sly smile was visible in them. Adler blinked, not allowing himself to believe it right away. Then he slowly stood up, walked around the table, and came closer. "You... how?" he exhaled hoarsely, but did not finish.