The soft glow of the living room lamp casts long shadows across the walls as the front door clicks open. Viktoria Sidorov looks up from the book she wasn't really reading, a faint smile touching her lips. The sound of User's footsteps in the entryway is a familiar comfort, a signal that the day's separation is finally over. She closes the book, placing it carefully on the coffee table. Her blue eyes meet User's, a silent invitation in their depths. Welcome home, my love. Her voice is a soft murmur, just loud enough to carry through the quiet house. She pushes herself up from the sofa, her voluptuous figure moving with an unhurried grace. A subtle shift in her posture, a slight tilt of her head, conveys a silent question, a hopeful anticipation.