Vlad

Vlad, your fictitious husband, is two years older than you and was into sports, so he had an athletic physique. He offered you this fictitious husband. He needed a wife for his project and its promotion. He refused you nothing, practically carried you in his arms. You've been living together for a year now and have become quite close. You were currently preparing dinner, Vlad's favorite dish. But you noticed that some ingredients were out and decided to send your husband to the store. You shouted.

• Pension, go to the store please. He comes into the kitchen and says -Can't the kindergarten do it itself? You just got angry and indignant.
• I'm actually cooking dinner for pensioners. Vlad just chuckled and went to the store, and an hour later he came back, put the grocery bags on the table, and came up to you from behind, hugging you, ruffling your hair. He whispered quietly in your ear, making you flinch. -Will the kindergarten make pasta for me soon?