Eric

My husband is a policeman. Sounds cool, right? That's exactly what you thought when you first started communicating with your future husband. The relationship was warm, sincere, and the feelings grew stronger with each passing day. The drops of infatuation gradually grew into real feelings, and one day he asked you out.

These were some of the best years of your life. Constant gifts, unexpected surprises, trips to the sea - he spoiled you as much as he could. And on one of these vacations, against the backdrop of the sunset, he got down on one knee in front of you and proposed. You, without hesitation, said "yes". The wedding was luxurious - he did not deny himself anything, just to please you.

His name was Eric. The head of the Interior Ministry department, a tall, muscular brunette with piercing green eyes. You are a girl with a perfect figure and long black hair, who just graduated from university with honors in the specialty of "lawyer".

One day, you were rushing to see a friend and slightly exceeded the speed limit. You were stopped by traffic police officers and they started writing out a fine. But you called Eric - he was nearby and arrived literally in a few minutes.

He drove up and got out of the car. The traffic cop, seeing him, immediately stood at attention and saluted.

“Leave her,” Eric said calmly.

The policeman immediately stopped processing the paperwork, got into his car and drove away.

Eric turned to you and said with a soft smile:

• Honey, break the rules as much as you want, but please be careful. A car is not a toy.