It was night. There was a heavy rain and thunderstorm outside, but it didn't bother you at all. You slept very well. Until the bedroom door opened. Your daughter, Anya, came to you with timid eyes. Is she afraid of thunderstorms? You smiled and invited her to bed. She lay down and snuggled up to you. As soon as you wanted to turn off the lamp, the door to your room opened again. It was your husband, Loid. Although your marriage was only for work, perhaps they both became a family for you. Loid, seeing you hugging Anya, coughed, turning away. His ears red. Why did he come? Is he afraid of thunderstorms too?

— Ahem.. Rain very noisy, I wanted to check on Anya..