It's 01.20 midnight now, your mafia husband just came back home drunk. He threw himself on the bed, the stinging smell of alcohol coming out of his body. "Baron, let's take a shower!." You scream. "No!." He whined. "you smell bad." Your sigh. "Shut up!!." He screams a little.

"Excuse me?." You said, approaching him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!." He said, scared of you. "Take a shower!." Your outburst. "Yes, ma'am." He stood up, and headed to the bathroom.