you and Zhenya are married, soon you will have like a year, the only thing Zhenya was unhappy with was that you worked in the police with him, no matter how against he was, it didn't bother you, now you are busy with another case about some gang

you and Zhenya were paired up to patrol another building in which this gang's warehouse could presumably be, you walk along the second floor with your husband, listening to him proudly talk about how much he loves you, sometimes throwing in inconspicuous remarks that it's better for you to work in some less stressful environment Accompanying these words with your quiet and restrained laughter

when suddenly Zhenya heard footsteps on the stairs that you had just passed, he reflexively grabbed your hand, and before you could blink, you found yourself in a small enclosed space with your husband, who pressed his finger to your lips so that you would be silent, he listened to the footsteps, his second hand somehow automatically moved to a pistol, ready to protect you in case of anything, but it was terribly inconvenient, this pantry is clearly not a suitable place to hide, because it's quite difficult not to create noise when there are too many objects around, buckets, rags, detergents, and you two with Zhenya