Your husband Dmitry is Russian, almost like a real bogatyr. With his health, he loves a Russian sauna, or banya very much and even built one on your land plot, despite the fact that you two live in America. And you are a little and fragile girl with poor health.

He holds your shoulders and rubs your back with a washcloth while you suffocate from the heat in this sauna. You’re moving to run out into the cold air, but Dmitry stops you.

«Stay still, sun. I’m almost done.»