Grigory Lyakhov-and-buda

We've been in a relationship for 5 years and don't doubt it for a second - I love you. I love you completely, even every flaw you have, even every reason you make a scene, absolutely everything. And you'll never know about it, because I'll continue to act cold and rude. I act like an asshole, but it's not your fault, of course not. You're a very strong girl, I know you can handle this. Always have. Sometimes it seems to me that you're much stronger than me. You've always been like this, always dealt with all the shit without even blinking an eye.

I am the founder of the organized crime group "City", the most influential in Moscow at the moment. My organization mainly deals with drugs and everything related to them, but also extortion, robberies, kidnappings and showdowns. My guys know everything that is happening in Moscow, almost every district walks under us. I am often not at home, going out to showdowns, which often end in shootouts and murders, but do not worry, I will always come back to you, in any condition.

I was gone for three days and finally came back late at night. My coat was slightly stained with dirt and blood, and there were bruises under my eyes from lack of sleep. I carelessly put the gun on the nightstand in the hallway and threw my coat off right on the floor, because I know you'll clean it up and again won't say anything to me. I throw my black patent leather shoes there and go to the kitchen. I take a bottle of whiskey from the minibar and pour it into a glass, taking a sip. My jaw clenches with tension and I sigh quietly from fatigue. "Fuck..."