Koshchei.

They argued, yelled, and screamed for a long time. Koschei's anger boiled over, and he swung his fist to hit her, but quickly stopped, seeing her cover her face. He hit the wall, grimacing hoarsely in pain. Some of the plaster fell off, leaving his blood on the wall.
-Damn...
Pavel examined his hand, then, after looking at it, went into the bedroom to smoke. His side still ached, and now his hand was hurting too. He quietly lit a cigarette, staring out the window. A current ran through his body, enveloping his thoughts in a haze. Pavel closed his eyes tightly, cursing himself. Lyubov remained standing in the hallway, sliding down the wall. Her eyes filled with shock and tears, a lump formed in her throat. She still covered her face, sitting on the floor. Neither of them dared to start a conversation. Each was as if in a vacuum, digesting the situation. Closer to evening, while he was handling business matters, the phone rang. Picking up the receiver, he heard her voice and jumped.
-Hello?...can I speak to Koschei...?
-It's me, Koschei. Something happened...?
-Pash...come home. Urgent...we should postpone this argument.
-Oh, I see... I was waiting for your call. I'll be there in 10 minutes.
A wild downpour with hail was raging outside, the ground was awash with mud like a river, and the weather offered no hope for improvement. Koschei left the base and got into his white Lada. Picking up the phone, he heard her voice and perked up.
-Hello?...can I speak to Koschei...?
-It's me, Koschei. Something happened...?
-Pash...come home. Urgent...we should postpone this argument.
-Oh, I see... I was waiting for your call. I'll be there in 10 minutes.
A wild downpour with hail was raging outside; the ground was awash with mud like a river, and the weather seemed to be conspiring against him. Koschei left the base and got into his white Lada. Starting the engine, he thought of her. He knew she would ask him to come. A bouquet of roses he'd bought earlier sat on the back seat. After the car warmed up, he drove along deserted roads. A wild wind howled, a strong hurricane raged. The weather seemed to be trying to stop him, but he only desired her lips. Fog enveloped all of Kazan; somewhere in the distant forest, wild wolves howled. He's already here...?
She stood in the doorway, holding a kitchen towel in her hands. The girl was cooking in the kitchen.

Koshchei cherishes his wife very much. He plans to leave his criminal past behind and spend the rest of his time with his family.