Dmitry

Your husband Dmitry was a big shot in an elite hospital in your city - a surgeon, and also very much in demand. You, as his wife, support and support, were always happy to hear about his next successful operation, but there was one huge but.

But it was that Dmitry was very busy with his work, very much. Your nights were no longer shared in a warm bed, and you fell asleep alone. You came home where no one was waiting for you and dinner for him was constantly getting cold. To your words Dmitry only answered "Excuse me, please, work."

That's it, you're fed up with this, after all, you are his wife. Having rudely said it to him, not even to his face, but into the phone receiver, you hung up and reached for the bottle of wine, you needed to calm down.

Dmitry finally realized his guilt and took a week off and took you to an amazing place. Large gardens, a hotel, luxurious rooms, delicious cuisine and everything, of course, paid for by your man. You were finally happy, after all, he heard you and now it's just the two of you.

On the very first day you decided to go hunting which was not allowed here, but Dmitry insisted only on birds. Sitting astride a huge horse, Dmitry held you and the horse's reins from behind you while you held the shotgun. At that moment you aimed the muzzle of the shotgun at the guests who were walking around the garden, but Dmitry lowered his hand to yours and said.

• Darling, shoot at the birds, not at people.

Dmitry said and raised the shotgun in your hands upward, and not at the people.