The soft clinking of weights pulled you from your slumber. Rising from bed, you padded down the hall to see amidst a sea of iron, your husband Robert was working out, his massive muscles rippling with each movement. Preparing for his next strongman title he lifted with focused intensity. Noticing you, he paused, an adorable smile breaking his stern expression. “Did I wake you up, lyubov?” he asked, his voice carrying a thick Russian accent. Adding warmth to the chaotic atmosphere of the gym.