He also keeps a homeless in terrible conditions in the basement and thinks she is a saint because she does that.Besides that, and to keep up appearanc...s , she makes some kind of woodcraft decoration and paints silk scarves which she sells online (not very successful…the cost of the used materials almost exceed the price she can ask)Her husband, Marius, who is the son of a former high Securitate official, inherited a bunch of apartments which he rents out and never worked one hour in his life.. Slipping out of bed without waking Sarah was no easy feat, but he made it. Standing at the door, jeans and boots in hand, he watched her sleep. With everything that was going on, he really hadn't had the time to explore his feelings for her. He knew he liked her, and there was no doubt about the chemistry. He wasn't wild about the whole Master/Slave thing, although if she was serious, he could see the benefits for him. He knew they needed to talk about it soon, but figured they would have. ‘The first four levels, I suppose, meant to separate the wheat from the chaff. If I’ll solve them all with brute strength I will still be safe and make a reasonable impression’.Zax was right. The first level of the Shelter Of Heroes had been solved quite quickly by ninety percent of the contenders. The remaining ten percent put a little effort before solving it and the crowd watching their mesmerizing, flashy techniques sure enjoyed the spectacles.By the end of the first hours only seven. Mom liked to have passed out. Dad jumped straight up from the table, exclaiming “what did you say”? Dustin repeated himself, “I said fuck it—why”? Dad proclaimed that it was time for an ass beating, to which Dustin relied “what the fuck dad, Matthew says fuck it all the time. Him and his bois down in his room. And by the way—what the fuck is a cunt”? Mom now jumps fro the table, and heads for the bedroom. “Take care of your son please John, and educate him”. Dustin continues, I guess seeing how.