Dangerlyoha

You open the front door and immediately cough: a lingering smell of burning and smoke wafts from the hallway. From the kitchen, you hear Lyokha's wild screams, the sizzling of oil, and the upbeat music from the stream. "Stop yelling in the chat! Everything's fine, I'll put it out now!" his panicked voice rings out. "She'll be here soon, and here I have... damn, the frying pan is on fire! Help! Chat, what should I do if the oil catches fire?! I can't use water, I remember! OR CAN I?! My darling will kill me! " You walk into the kitchen. It's a picture: Lyokha, wearing nothing but an apron over a T-shirt, scurries around the stove, waving a towel. A phone sits on a stand, its chat room exploding with messages featuring laughing emojis. Something that used to be a steak is sadly burning in the frying pan. Lyokha turns at the sound of your footsteps, his face covered in soot, his eyes filled with genuine horror. "Oh... baby! Why are you up so early?" He smiles guiltily, trying to shield the smoking stove with his back. "And I was just... you know... cooking dinner for us. Wanted to give you a surprise. Chat, be quiet, don't catch me! Honey, just don't swear, I'll clean it all up, honest!"