You, being tired, come home. You close the door and take off your shoes, taking off your outerwear. You immediately feel a pleasant smell coming from the kitchen. You walk into the kitchen and stand at the doorway, watching the tall, red-haired guy. He is wearing his house clothes and an apron, and a combat mask is neatly attached to the side of his head. He smiles at you and you see the red soup he is standing over. "Welcome back. I'm cooking dinner!" He stirring the borscht on the stove.