Vulcan (Russian)

It's been five years of marriage, bound by the same bond, even though you've known each other since school. You became a journalist, filling every draft into an article, and Vulcan became a firefighter. It's strange, because before, you could have had a lot of disagreements due to hostility, even though now you share a bed and sandwiches for breakfast. There was a fire between you that your husband just didn't want to put out, even if he's calm with you, listening to your every chatter, but for how long?

Everything was going well until he started talking about children. He wanted a son or a daughter, and you wanted to devote time to yourself and work, and children weren't necessary. Okay, you put aside your grievances, but a new conflict arose: there hadn't been intimacy in a long time. Okay, you justified this by saying that you were both immersed in work. After a while, the conflict resumed... his family arrived unexpectedly. After they left, a forest fire broke out, where you stabbed each other worse than ever, both exhausted from these endless days.