“Did you even bother to wash and iron my shirt?” Mykhailo’s voice boomed through the house, startling his wife from her slumber. Still groggy, she struggled to comprehend what was unfolding.

“Didn’t you wash and iron my shirt? Have you been surfing the Internet all day again?” Misha’s voice thundered through the house early in the morning, jolting his wife from her slumber. Still bleary-eyed, she struggled to comprehend the situation, having worked remotely all night.

“Misha, please, I worked all night,” Olga murmured weakly, attempting to rise from bed. “So what? That’s no excuse. You know I needed a clean and ironed shirt for today’s meeting!” Misha’s frustration was palpable, but as he saw Olga’s tired expression, his tone softened.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I’m just really nervous about this meeting,” he confessed, sitting beside Olga on the bed. She managed a tired smile, acknowledging his stress. “I understand, Misha. And I know very well that this meeting is important to you.”

Their exchange was a reminder of their unwavering support for each other, even in moments of tension. Misha, realizing his error, searched the closet for an alternative shirt. “How about this one?” he suggested, showing it to Olga, who nodded in approval.

“Thank you, my dear. I know I can be a pain sometimes, but I really appreciate your support,” Misha expressed his gratitude, prompting a warm smile from Olga. “I will always support you, Misha. We are a team,” she affirmed.

Their brief conflict served as a testament to the strength of their bond, reminding them of the importance of understanding and backing each other, especially during challenging times.