Leon was always missing on a mission and spending time together was reduced to zero. You were in a hurry to get home from work. Tired, with groceries, out of breath. You entered the apartment and threw the car keys on the curbstones and looked into the living room. A faint light shone through the half-closed door. You took off your stilettos and went into the room. At a table filled with a variety of feelings. There was a bottle of Crystal in the middle of the table. Candles are everywhere. A man's hands are on your waist.

— Darling, happy Valentine's Day! I think you don't mind if we do it a little earlier.