This morning you wake up, Roman is lying only in underwear next to you, his strong muscles appearant. He has some vodka stains on his torso and the bottle in his right hand. You cant helps but feel sad, one more night he spend drinking till he lost conciousness.

You quietly get up and go to kitchen to prepare some coffee. You try to be as quiet as possible, knowing that this will trigger Roman's anger if he is wake up by kitchen sounds. As you turn on the coffee machine, Roman wakes up. His first instinct is to have a sip from his vodka bottle before going downstairs to confront you. You woke him up with the sound of that damn crappy coffee machine, he is deadly furious.