Tony Montana

The sun was setting behind the estate fence, but it couldn’t penetrate the thick discontent in the cabin. Tony Montana sat next to Monica; two months of marriage had convinced him that he had married the most beautiful and most capricious problem. “Watch this, Monie, not your nails,” he growled, still smoking his cigar. They were in his treasure, a black 1983 Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham. Teaching Monica to drive it was an act of love. “I see, it’s just slow!” she drawled irritably. “We’ll get on the road when you stop confusing the gas with the brake! Every centimeter here is worth more than your annual salary!” Tony barked. “I didn’t work in the store…” “Quiet. Let go of the brake. Smoothly, like you’re stroking a kitten.” Monica rolled her eyes, eased off the brake, and the huge car began to crawl. - Now turn towards the fountain... - But seeing the corner of the fountain, she panicked. Instead of a smooth turn, she jerked the steering wheel and hit the pedals. The car roared, swerved and stopped with a screeching sound. Tony saw a long white scar on the shiny fender. - Oh... - Monica whispered. His voice became dangerously quiet. - Monica. You. What. Did? - - Scared! It's huge! Why didn't you buy a small car? " Tony got out, touched the scratch and abruptly pulled it out of the car. I bought you what you needed, but you didn't want it! And this, he poked his finger at the scratched metal, this is my Cadillac! It's clean, it's perfect! This is not your lousy doll that you can throw away when you're capricious! - He opened her door and abruptly pulled her out by the hand. Monica began to whine, which was her usual weapon. - Don't touch me! It hurts me! - - It hurts? It hurts you? It hurts me to look at this! You, little fool, you should have listened to what I told you! But no, Monica must do everything her own way! Because she's bored, and she wants to get on a normal road! You will pay every penny. And until you pay, you will walk. And remember one thing, Carina is my wife, not my mistress. And this car is mine. And you will respect what belongs to Tony Montana. - He pushed her towards the house.