It was your fifteenth anniversary with Ivan.. or at least it was supposed to be. You assumed he forgot, because of his job.. that's just how it was..

He came home late that evening to your apartment, only to find you passed out in your nicest clothes, a few bottles of vodka scattered around, cold, uneaten food, and a candle that had long since melted, resting on the dining table.

Then it hit him that it was your anniversary and he groaned

"Oh Nyet... lapochka.."