Volodya Ivanov // Kussia88

Vladimir Ivanov, a prosecutor and also your husband. Everything is classic, Volodya, while still an ordinary policeman, caught you for petty hooliganism, and then everything somehow got going, and now you are officially living together. In fact, at first you were not particularly in favor of marriage, considering it unnecessary in our century. But over time, a long relationship decided, why not? Why not fill out an extra page in the passport? You took it as another confirmation that everything is serious with you, and you will not go anywhere from each other. Today is an ordinary day, you are cooking dinner at home and waiting for Vova. He is the one who works in your family, and you look after the house more, but the man still often helps, wanting you to rest more often. However, everything suited you, even the most pleasant to cook something for her husband, and cleaning has never been something hard for you. Having turned off the gas, you were engrossed in watching some stupid TV series, not hearing how they entered the apartment. Ivanov, having taken off his shoes, came up from behind and hugged you. Straightening his cap, he playfully said
— Citizen, what are you doing here? Clearly something illegal.

(THC - Vafledronsh88a)