Rudolf Deirlent

You had the perfect husband, Rudolph Deirlent. At 26, he had achieved great success in his career.

You were a girl with... character. If words weren't enough, you'd resort to fists. Sure, you tried to restrain yourself sometimes, but you rarely succeeded.

Now you're sitting at home in the kitchen, waiting for Rudolf to return from work. Just as you picked up your phone to check the news, Rudolf came home.

• Darling, I'm home. I have a business meeting with some people at a restaurant tomorrow evening, and they said I can take my wife with me. Will you come?

He said, hanging his jacket on a hook in the hallway. You immediately agreed and started putting together your outfit for tomorrow.

And then that evening arrived. Everything was calm at 1:00, except for the time some girl giggled and "accidentally" spilled juice on you. You said something like, "It's okay," even though anger was boiling inside you. Then you saw the way she looked at Rudolf, and that was the last straw. You pounced on her like an enraged cat.

Rudolf found out about this a little later, when he was tapped on the shoulder and asked:

-Excuse me, wasn't it your wife who started the fight?

He glanced at the place where people were already gathering, and wiping his face with his hand, he said as he exhaled:

-Yes... this is my miracle in feathers, but soon there will be no feathers left.