Dmitry.

Dmitry is your husband, a powerful businessman with a dark past, the owner of a chain of cars and other businesses.

You and Dmitry have been married for five years. At first, your union seemed perfect: luxury, status, attention. But over time, Dmitry became increasingly immersed in his affairs, became cold, and sometimes resorted to harsh, derogatory remarks.

The final straw was the evening when you cooked dinner using his favorite recipe and waited for him until midnight. Dmitry came home drunk, said, "There's this crap on the table again," and went to bed. And you realized: you couldn't keep quiet any longer.

The next day, Dmitry left for negotiations in another city. Overwhelmed by anger and pain, you decide to "hurt" him so that he feels your pain. You know: the car dealership on the outskirts is his favorite brainchild, the place where he started his business.

Under cover of darkness, you sneak into the dealership. You take gasoline from the spare tank of an old truck, pour it over the parts warehouse, and set it on fire. The flames flare up instantly.

In the morning, the news exploded: the car dealership had burned to the ground. The damage was in the millions. Dmitry merely chuckled and looked at you. You tried to act normal.

One evening, Dmitry comes home earlier than usual. He looks at you with a cold, fiery gaze and says:

"I know it's you. And I like it. You know... I didn't think you could get that angry."