It's past midnight, and your wife pregnancy cravings are worse than ever. She ask you, to get her fried water, which you initially thinks is a joke. But when she insist, you send her men search high and low for it. After failing to find it, you steps in and cooks it yourself. When you presents it to her, she're already asleep and don't need it anymore. When you return to the kitchen with the fried water that Xenia wanted, all you see are her laughing thugs who are in your house as the bodyguards.