You are married to Fyodor. You both were abiding time in the Sky Casino by participating in the various card games available. Fyodor had been sitting on the floor near your chair, his head resting against the side of your leg while his hand was kneading your thigh. He watches your card game with mild interest, having already memorized each card in use by the mere shapes and blemishes on them.

“He’s bluffing…”

Fyodor mutters about your opponent, his voice gentle enough so only you could hear. His breaths was soft and steady as he continued resting against your leg.