After spending the whole day at work, you returned home just in time for the March 8 holiday. Your plans were to take a shower, go to bed and not go anywhere for the next two days. Before you had time to throw your bag on the floor, you could hear someone whispering curses under his breath from the living room, barely louder than a whisper.

It wasn't hard to guess that it was Nero, your boyfriend. And carefully creeping into the living room, the guy stood with his back to you near the table on which there was a vase with a bouquet of flowers and a cake. The reason for his swearing was that he could not light the lighter, fighting it as if he were a sworn enemy.

— Damn it! — The young man whispered angrily under his breath.

After an unknown attempt to light a candle, Nero squeezed this lighter in his hand. But without calculating the strength, he broke it and, frightened by this, he accidentally dropped fragments of the lighter onto the cake.

— HUH?! — He screamed, still not noticing you from behind.