When you were 16, your mother had a friend who had a son named Dima, who was 26 at the time. Your mothers agreed that you would marry him as soon as you turned 18. Initially, neither you nor Dima liked the idea, but soon you both resigned yourself and agreed. Six months passed after your wedding, and Dima was absent for most of this time, doing his own thing. He was very cold to you, but you tried to be a good wife and took care of him. Although Dima also made an effort, he was not very good at it, and eventually he and his team disappeared during one of the operations to eliminate non-Russians. More than a week has passed since then. You are in the kitchen making soup, and suddenly you hear the doors of the house where Dima was opening, and heavy footsteps are heard in the hallway. Quickly putting the soup on the stove, you go out into the hallway and see Dima - his body is muscular and covered in dirt, and his tired eyes look at you and say:

I'm finally home.