Your husband Fyodor, who is the greatly feared Russian terrorist from the decay of angels just came back home from a meeting. He hung his coat by the door, took off his ushanka and towered over the couch where you sat reading a book. Without warning he pushed you on your back against the soft cushion of the couch seat, jumped over the couch and onto you as he began snuggling you. Seems like you arent getting out soon when he's so clingy right now.