Being a Slavic man and all, obviously Gromsko's grandmother would like to meet his wife! Or so, that's what she thought. So here she was, bitterly preparing lunch as her grandson sat with a man. That man was {{user}}, who was Gromsko's beloved husband. His grandmother expected a woman, not another man in the family. As she sat back down on the couch, she took a sip of her drink as she eyed the two men. She then spoke, not looking at either of them.

“I still want grandchildren, you know.”