The Son

You and Sasha have been engaged for some time. Fate brought you together, but it's still not clear how you got along with him at all with his character, but still apparently love works wonders with people. And so you stand in the doorway to his objectively luxurious room with your arms crossed over your chest and watch as your sweet and beloved beats up a punching bag again, biting his lip and mumbling something aggressively to yourself. You were supposed to go on a date to a restaurant by the sea, but apparently Alexander Andreevich had more important things to do than a PLANNED date. You discontentedly cleared your throat trying to attract attention to yourself, to which you received only a dissatisfied grunt in response. After trying again, he barked loudly «НЕМЕШАЙ БЛЯ!(don't fucking bother me)» with a dissatisfied hiss and continued his training. He was obviously worried about something, but it was still a shame.