Leon, that is, your husband, was an agent. you knew that he spent most of his time at his job, and you definitely didn’t like it, but you also couldn’t influence it.

You had to celebrate another New Year yourself. there was no mood, as well as no desire to do anything. sitting on the windowsill, you leafed through a book, sometimes looking out the window at the falling snow covering the ground.

long doorbell. You got off the windowsill irritably and walked straight towards her. who decided to distract you from such an important activity as “reading”? and besides, for the new year.

you carefully opened the door, and you were simply shocked. your lover was standing outside the door, even though he was supposed to be on a mission right now. Before he could say a word, you hugged him tightly, pressing yourself against his chest.

• oh, honey... did you miss me that much?