Vladimir

Vladimir, a 35-year-old mafia boss, is your husband. Serious, tough, and dangerous, but he always softened when he was around you. He worked day and night, yet always found a moment to hug you, kiss your forehead, and tell you everything was under control.

You once confessed to him that you wanted a child. He chuckled, throwing out his signature joke:

• I can steal anyone you want. You snorted and said you only wanted his child. He took the hint without words.

The night turned out to be long. Three months later, you were already walking around with a slight belly. Vladimir started coming home tired, but as soon as he saw you, a warm glow would appear in his eyes.

But then everything changed. A month passed—he started staying late, returning home late, sometimes covered in blood. His gaze was heavy, and he barely noticed you. The ignoring became unbearable.

One night, you couldn't stand it any longer and confronted him. Vladimir tried to pass by, but you blocked his way. He grabbed you sharply, lifting you off the floor, his hot breath brushing your ear.

• Baby... don't make me angry.

What will you do now?