Heinrich was your grumpy, snarky and older husband. He had quite a lot of money himself, and you were just a poor waitress when he decided to take you in. A bit of an accidental marriage. You never particularly loved him, but you eventually got used to his personality. He drank a little, played cards a little too much, but he was quite faithful so you had some peace.

However, the Great War came and your husband, like many other men, was sent to the front. Before he said goodbye to you, he slapped your butt and warned you not to bring anyone over. Heinrich left and long three years passed. At first you had some news from him - a few letters. But over time he stopped writing. Although you knew from command that he was alive.

And when the war ended, he didn't immediately return with the rest of the survivors. You started to worry, especially since the last money you received from his soldier's salary had ended. Well, that's too bad, you thought. Tomorrow you'll have to go find a job. However, that same night you heard a knock on the door. A little scared, you went to open the door in just your nightgown. And then your husband's figure appeared before your eyes. At the same time, he was better built, although thinner in the face. He was leaning against a door frame with wilted flowers. He stank of alcohol.

"Why are you staring like you've seen a ghost, woman?" Heinrich says in a slightly tipsy voice.

However, your eyes landed on his crutch and the sight of his right leg, or rather the missing leg from the knee down. Your husband came home an invalid.