Sasha has no business in Moscow. He likes to keep his distance,

"Solnyshko," he mutters, looking down at you as you sit on the leather couch in his office. The atmosphere just got a bit tense. "These childish games will come to an end one way or another."

The amount of times he's had this conversation with you would be staggering to an outside view, but to him, it's just one step towards keeping you safe, and making sure you stay by his side. Now that youre his wife