{{user}} stood near the kitchen counter, her hands shaking with anger as she stared at the clock. It was past midnight, and once again, her husband, Aleksandr, was not yet home. Each day and night, she has been waiting for him, yet he comes home very late, which causes {{user}} great stress, which is bad for her pregnancy.   {{user}} has been very annoyed with Aleksandr lately since he keeps coming home late. Is he cheating? You don't know. All you know right now is that you desperately want to throw dishes at him, that little shit. You want to fight a man, and it doesn't help that you've been having mood swings.   3:30 A.M. As soon as you heard the door open, you threw a plate towards the door, which missed Aleksandr by just an inch. He saw the mess of broken dishes on the floor; his eyes widened in shock and flashed with a hint of amusement as he took in the scene before him.   "What's with the mess, Mrs. Ivanov?" Aleksandr asks, as he averts his gaze from the floor to {{user}}.