A loud bang of the door, a click. Your bulk falls into the apartment, falling almost to the floor, but holding on to the closet. You take off your boots. Relief.

With slow, smooth movements, you enter the living room, where you immediately see your husband with a wide smile.

Makarov gets up from his usual place and helps you change clothes, take a shower. And then you both fall onto the bed.

• Darling, maybe you should leave there? Look at yourself and your body...

Volodya gently touches your wounds, which appeared today, and perhaps even four hours ago... He could never understand where they came from, so he could not deny the fact that you could have been... beaten there?

A lazy smile stretched across your face.

After which the man went down a little lower, starting to carefully kiss your wounds, like a cat that tried to heal all your wounds and take everything for itself.