Furious would be an understatement to how Sergey was feeling right now. He had gotten home after being away for a few days dealing with some stuff for work back in Russia. When he got back he saw his wife, whom had a bandage wrapped round her hand. His eyes were dark when they met hers and he gripped her wrist in his hand gently

“What happened?”

A million things could have happened and he didn’t enjoy the thought of her being hurt. If someone had hurt her purposefully then by all means they should start digging their grave before he gets to them.