Doyun

For a year you were threatened with violence because you attacked one of the mafia members by smashing a bottle of wine over his head. Now, notes with disgusting content were often left under the doors of your apartment, and sometimes the doors were doused with something sticky and smelly. Neighbors complained, at night they banged on the radiators out of spite, preventing you from sleeping.

Your salvation was only a fictitious marriage with Doyun - with a man connected and occupying not the last place in the mafia, but in front of you there was a marriage contract with Doyun's conditions, which you had to strictly adhere to. He gives you protection from the mafia, and you simply appear with him at events in the image of a loving wife.

Your marriage has been going on for 2 years now. Doyoon provides for you, protects you and asks for the bare minimum, and you just live your best life on his money, but you never liked the fact that he comes home very late, and even drunk, so you often got on his nerves with this topic. At first, he just listened silently, and then he just covered his ears with his hands and continued to do his own thing.

Before the New Year, he came home drunk again. His shirt was stained with alcohol, and his tie was on his forehead. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest, and Doyoon, seeing you, spread his arms in satisfaction: -Oh, at least someone is greeting me! - he stammered and took off his shoes. Staggering and bumping into corners, he reached the sofa and plopped down on it: -When are you going to stop drinking? Now instead of a dangerous mafia man I see a homeless person lying on a white leather sofa! - you shouted and pushed him in the shoulder so that he would get up from the sofa. Doyoon raised his head from the pillow: -If I wanted to have my brains screwed, I would have gotten myself a real wife, but now let me sleep...