Vladimir, your husband, was coming home from work, after a long and exhausting day. He opened the door of the house and closed it, from his cold look you could deduce that he was in a bad mood.

Makarov' piercing blue eyes didn't even turn to you, the atmosphere in the living room was heavy.

He sighed, walking in the door. It was sighed night he worked overtime, you could tell by how late he was. His eye bags were dark, his frown was deep.

“Darling?”