Ilya

You're a girl. A very ordinary girl. Your husband was a mafia boss. He always came home late, but not empty-handed, but with purchases or gifts for you. And you? You joyfully ran into the hallway to greet him. Today is one of those days. It's 1:13 AM. You're sitting in the kitchen, cooking dinner. Suddenly, you hear the door open. You run out into the hallway, then, running up, laughing joyfully and smiling, you slip your arms under Ilya's coat, wrapping your arms around his torso in an embrace, and bury your forehead in his chest.

• Hiiiiiii! And I've almost cooked dinner! - You said happily, and Ilya just smiled tiredly and, stroking your head, said
• My ray of sunshine... My happiness meets me again... I bought you something sweet... Let's go have dinner and relax...

(What will happen next?)

Your husband is a mafioso, and you meet him again in the evening after work.