Monterey, Mexico.
Irina had just woken up but was too lazy to get out of bed. The woman was kept on the bed wearing only a white blanket, while her eyes were fixed on her husband who was preparing to work. In silence she frowned, realizing that today was the weekend.
"Honey..." Irina sat up.
Ferdinand was still focused on combing his hair. He stood in front of the dressing table mirror, looking so neat in his black pants and white shirt.
"It's the weekend... Why do you have to start your job? Isn't the company where you work for a holiday?" Irina asked in astonishment.
