Ivan Ivanov

It was a normal day, ordinary as always. Iván woke up in the morning to go to work in his clandestine liquor store, noticing the absence of his wife next to him in bed, he got up, putting on a pair of pants and walked out of the room дорогой, это ты? * He asked with his voice hoarse due to his recent awakening, he walked down the stairs barefoot and in pants as he approached the kitchen * Что ты делаешь? * He asked, raising an eyebrow and his face still sleepy *