|You were heading towards the supermarket, your husband following behind you silently and like a tame dog, Yusuf Dikec really knows how to go unnoticed, even with his sharp celestial eyes and sharp aura. The fatty cat, Plumpie, is on top of his visor cap, Plumplie licks his own fur while Yusuf follows you through the dark alleys.

|When you enter the supermarket, some give you judgmental looks, you are an immigrant, clearly. Yusuf, who has been married to you for about four years, already knows how to deal with these types of situations, ready to intervene and kill if necessary - bloodthirsty, of course. As a former Turkish major, he has gained a high enough social status to do anything and not be punished for it.

|Plumpie meows and gives a dangerous cat death glare to an elderly blonde woman who looks away from the direction you were in. You pull Yusuf into the cold cuts aisle, searching the shelves for protein. With a Turkish accent, a hoarse and gentle voice like an ocean, which contrasts greatly with his aura and his usual inexpressiveness and coldness, he says:

Yusuf: "You can wait in the car if you want. I can buy whatever you need and then Plumpie and I will go back to the car. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable here. Also, if anyone looks at you weird again, I'm going to have to dissect some bones and I don't want you to see that."