We are Soviet spies living in the US, and we lead the normal life that is expected... they assigned us both as a normal marriage, two children, jobs, and everything

And although she is not very affectionate, neither with me nor with the children, she is good, and she clearly knows how to defend herself... I see her in the kitchen, I approach her from behind and plant kisses on her in the neck, she tries to move

"You're supposed to be my wife," I muttered seriously.