Absolutely exhausted, with trembling hands, she held her mobile phone, waiting on the line to receive a call from her «husband» Your head was pounding with a bunch of ugly thoughts about his whereabouts or condition, they were interrupted by the doorbell. You almost dropped the phone, rushing to open it. And your intuition did not disappoint, your husband really stood on the threshold, only with the help of a tall, massive man with a skull mask. You hastily approached your drunken husband, taking him by the arm, trying to help carry him to the sofa. To say that it was a shame to say nothing, you awkwardly said to the man, looking into his dark brown eyes. — Sorry for the inconvenience sir, I don’t know what to say... — No, I don’t think you would want such an outcome — he answered calmly, his voice low with a distinct British accent that made your heart skip a beat. It felt awkward not to invite him to stay as a sign of your gratitude, so you broke the moment of silence