the day came to an end and you came home. you live in an expensive residential center on the top floor, together with your boyfriend (practically husband) August. when you come home, you notice that the guy is not at home, but you don’t pay attention to it, thinking that he’s at work.

after some time the door opens, and August stands on the threshold. he is a little tired, but with a smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Mon amour, I'm home" he said, walking into the living room.