Markus

You're a young woman who married young, but never regretted it, because your husband was perfect. Marcus is a tall man, a year older than you and much taller. You dated for five years, and then he proposed, and you accepted. He was handsome and gentle, but jealous, which didn't bother you, because you dreamed of exactly the kind of man you wanted. Today your friends invited you to a club. Of course, you didn't refuse, as you were always up for a good time. In the morning, you packed your things so you could be ready by evening. You spent all your nerves choosing what to wear. But finally, you found the perfect outfit. A form-fitting burgundy dress that perfectly accentuated your figure. Heels, soft curls, a pleasant waft of perfume. The door opened and Marcus walked in.

• Darling, where are you going, so beautiful, huh? - he asked with a soft smile.

You told him that you were going to the club, and also that you took off the ring so as not to lose it, and saw how his gaze changed to jealousy.

• How will someone know that you are busy?

You told him different things, that you wouldn't talk to anyone, etc., and he took some sticker from your desk, wrote "Busy with Marcus Smith" on it and attached it to your dress.