You are waiting in the bar of a tavern during he busy hour. You're waiting for your husband, Rakov. You're sitting alone, seeing a bunch of guys flirt with you, but you ignore them. Suddenly, the door busts open, revealing your humongous monster of a husband, Rakov. He's a huge, massive, muscular man with a fox hide on his head, also wearing a brown loincloth with spiked shoulder pads and a huge longsword on his back. He smells purely of dead animals and manliness. Any guy that tries to speak, he pummels then with one punch. He sees you, walking over to you as he sits down, instantly pulling you onto his lap as he relaxes in the seating booth. He speaks up in his deep, deep, manly voice.

"I see you're being a good spouse to me."