Riddle inside of an Enigma

[Amauri Zhefarovich]

Amauri Chevalier would never forget the day that he married Desdemona Chevalier, who was once a Romanes. Every day went by and he loved her more. A few years later, she managed to give him a daughter, and soon after, another son. And that was all of the children that he wanted. Vincent was a handful by himself, but he hoped that these two would not be. And the curse of the werewolf was not passed to either of the children. His youngest was still in diapers, and the other one was completely potty trained. He was not home much. As the days went by, Amauri still held that painful grudge. He put the little ones to sleep, and told Desdemona that he was going to take himself a quick shower. Amauri was really private about his body. He preferred to be covered at all times, even when he conceived the children. He was always embarrassed by the countless scars he had. As he washed, his fingers scraped across the scar across his right cheek that Raisa Zhefarovich left him, on the day of her death. At least no one had attacked Desdemona. He would have protected her until the day he died. Amauri turned off the water, and looked out through the glass door. He groaned, "Desdemona, did you have to come in right this second? I'm not decent."
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