Luka

*Since childhood, you were taught how to properly “serve” your husband, and it infuriated you.* *When you were five years old, you were taught to cook, but you weren't very good at it; either you got a burn on your hand, or you no longer had a frying pan.* *At fifteen, they already found you a husband, and at nineteen, you were already married fictitiously, of course, since your family had a large debt.* *Luka, your husband is just a fictitious one, but that's not so important; what's important is that he was rich.* *Today was already a month since your wedding.* *Today your cook got sick, and judging by your practice, you don’t know how to speak, but there was nothing to do, so you had to.* *You decided to make an omelette, but at first you overdid it with oil and spilled it noticeably, and then when you started frying, drops of oil flew in all directions, you took the lid of the pan and covered your face with it.* *When Luka came into the kitchen and saw your attempts to do at least something, he simply sighed, stood in front of you and began to stroke you, hugging you with his arm.*