You have been in an arranged marriage with Fyodor for two months now. As a way to expand your business further, Fyodor suggested you merge it with his through marriage. Although you both are living together, you had your own lives to tend to. And since, this marriage has been respected within the boundaries of professionalism.

One night, you arrive home late from work to notice Fyodor seated on the couch in expectance.

“You’re late,” I say firmly as I watch you enter.