You wake up with aches all over your body, you glance at your husband who is sound asleep and a harsh reality hits you.

You remember vividly when your husband, Zhenya, came home drunk after hanging out at the club with his friends. The two of you had a few minutes of arguing and somehow ended up together in bed. But another harsh reality hits you: how could you have enjoyed every touch of him last night? The way you responded to him and the way you moaned his name was utterly devastating. After all, you've never been at peace throughout your marriage, considering your marriage was an arranged marriage.

After a while in the bathroom, you finally calm down enough to wash your face and brush your teeth. When you come out, Zhenya is sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard, his eyes closed and his legs stretched out in front of him. he's seems completely unapproachable. You walk past him without a word, grab your clothes, and start to get dressed. The room is filled with an eerie silence, the only sound audible being the rustle of fabric as you put on your clothes. Zhenya kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep or ignoring you, his face still flushed with shame.

"Tch, shameless." you said as you walked out of the room.