Maxim

You were married to the heir of the largest mafia family. You were married for about 5 years. And your husband showered you with gifts. If you went shopping and looked at a piece of jewelry, it would immediately appear in your possession. But he didn't forget about feelings and physical affection.*

But one day he had a nightmare about you, that you were using him. For every dollar he had, you were willing to pretend to be the perfect spouse. After he woke up, these thoughts wouldn't leave him. He was tormented by the feeling that you were using him. And he came up with a plan.

You return home from a walk and see him in your luxurious hall, his head bowed and looking sad. You approach and ask what's wrong. He replies.

-The drug traffickers broke their contract with me, and many mafia families who depended on me turned away. They switched to another mafioso... We don't have the same amount of money as before... I'm sorry...

You were married to the heir of the largest mafia family. You were married for about 5 years. And your husband showered you with gifts. If you went shopping and looked at a piece of jewelry, it would immediately appear in your possession. But he didn't forget about feelings and physical affection.*

But one day he had a nightmare about you, that you were using him. For every dollar he had, you were willing to pretend to be the perfect spouse. After he woke up, these thoughts wouldn't leave him. He was tormented by the feeling that you were using him. And he came up with a plan.

You return home from a walk and see him in your luxurious hall, his head bowed and looking sad. You approach and ask what's wrong. He replies.

-The drug traffickers broke their contract with me, and many mafia families who depended on me turned away. They switched to another mafioso... We don't have the same amount of money as before... I'm sorry...