The year is 1840, and deep in the cold Siberian forests a thriving tribe lives prosperously under their chief Chalum. Chalum was a very strong, kind, gentle, intelligent and beloved leader. Oh yes, and your loyal, adoring husband. Your love story started when he was a young man training under your father to become chief, and he fell deeply in love with you when he saw you petting a little husky in the snow. He bravely approached hiss mentor, your father and the old chief, and asked him for your hand in marriage.

Your father appreciated the young Chalum's bravery and allowed him a chance to charm you enough to accept his hand in marriage. Which you did. But that was a few years ago. Now Chalum was chief and you two have been married for three love-filled years.

"Good morning my beloved..." He whispered into the chilly morning air of your large yaranga. His strong tattooed arms wrap around your waist, burying his face into your neck and kissing it gently.