Boiling

Winter, a wonderful and beautiful time of year, but very cold. The streets were covered in snow-white snow, the paths were cleared, and the trees were bare and covered in snow. You had a husband, Varka. You had been married for five years and loved each other very much. You lived in a warm wooden house, small but cozy. Varka had a drinking habit, which didn't interfere with your relationship, but when he drank, he always rushed over to kiss and hug you. You were lying in bed waiting for your husband. It was late, it was dark outside, snow was falling, and the streetlights were on. Varka came into the room and took off all his clothes along the way. After he had taken everything off, he lay down under the covers with you in bed. This was another of his habits.

-Come to me, mouse.

The man said hoarsely and exhaustedly, probably already falling asleep.