She forgot to tell her husband that she was coming home. When she entered the apartment, she almost fainted from what she saw.

When he arrived, he was surprised to see her smiling and calm.

“So… everything’s okay?” he asked cautiously.

“Kostya,” she said firmly, “your brother sends his regards. But let’s get one thing straight — never again. If it happens again, you can go live with him — or whoever else.

And I’d hate that, because I love my foolish, clueless husband.

But this apartment? It’s our sanctuary. Sacred.

Clear?”