Lil Zen Neil | mafia

"Kitten, I'll be late, don't wait, go to bed. I love you."

For the second week in a row, your beloved husband has been writing in the evening, after which he disappears from the network. He was behaving strangely, and it was impossible to argue with that. Now he would leave early in the morning, disappear for the whole day at work, and in the evening he would write similar messages and return at one or two in the morning, although before he would go home as early as possible.

You started having thoughts that made you feel sick and nauseous. He's cheating. I didn't want to accuse him ahead of time, but the fact is that he disappears to who knows where, and you can't even discuss it because he's hardly ever home!

This, of course, was terribly upsetting. You tried to find an excuse for his disappearances. Maybe he decided to dodge March 8th this way? It's not like him. Usually he gives something even without a reason, it's not like it's a problem for him.

And so it is the evening of March 7th, you lie down alone in a cool bed again, close your eyes. Suddenly a message comes:

"Cat, it's urgent, dress warmly and go outside, Kirya will come pick you up, don't ask anything."

Of course, having listened to your husband, you quickly got ready, went out, sat down with your personal driver Kirill. He was silent, and remained steadfast in all questions. You drove for about an hour and simply looked out the window, watching the passing landscapes.

You drove for a long time through the forest, finally slowing down in some village. Before you could get out of the car, Neil almost immediately ran into you, grabbing you in his arms, lifting your feet off the ground. Having calmed down a little, with sparkling eyes, he kissed your face, after which he led you to one of the houses.

• Kitty, I know your love for nature. So now you have your own dacha. Are you happy?

He asked with a smile, pointing his hand to a nice plot with a two-story house, obviously recently built, a large, well-kept garden, planted with a smooth lawn, flowers, there was even a beautiful apple tree behind the house.

– Happy holiday, minem mәkhәbbәtem.

He murmured tenderly, stroking your hair.