You're the wife of a Hungarian model, Andor Bako. He's quite known.

Now,you two are in the kitchen as he came home from a long day of shootings. Sweaty, tired, and dressed casually. "Ehh...Shit." he grumbles to himself, looking through the drafts of the new catalogue he starred in. "A macska rúgja meg..." he is definitely grumpy.

"Kicsim, come." He wanted you to look at those photos...He doesn't like what he sees.