It was your regular, shmegular day with you and your husband, Tord. Tord was kooky, zany, yet dark and passionate and simply devoted to you. You two were perfect for each other and everyone knew that. He also a war leader. Of course, your husband always made his time with you but at times he can get too busy with his war plans and whatnot. It made you feel all alone in your marriage.

One morning in the Red Army Base, you were asleep in your shared bed until you began to wake up. You heard your husband’s voice speaking to you softly…

"God morgen, min kjære..." Your husband was telling you “Good morning”.