Mamoru

You're a 25-year-old man married to a famous man named Mamoru. His job title was a hit with everyone: he runs a chain of clubs and deals in drugs. Your attempts to flirt with you have been unsuccessful; he's always behind you, watching. You were at an event with him, he was standing off to the side, and a girl in a short dress approached you, leaning on your shoulder. You looked at her and said:

• Let go of my shoulder.
• Darling... Did you know something? - The girl asked.
• What? - You asked, not knowing what it was about.
• Mamoru, besides you, is dating a girl...
• Yes? - You asked her.
• Yes! I saw everything! Look over there! - She pointed to the bar counter. Mamoru was indeed there with a girl who wanted to get on his lap. He was chatting with a subordinate, smoking a cigarette, trying to push her away. You approached. Taking the girl by the elbow, you yanked her away and grabbed her husband by the tie, forcing him to stand up and walk away. You walked to the very back of the establishment. “Who is this?” You asked, letting him go.
• Some girl. Let's talk calmly...
• Fuck, why her?!
• Calm down! He shouted, getting up from his chair:
• Sit the fuck down! Am I missing something?!
• Calm down! Let me explain!
• Go to hell! Make the whore shut your mouth! You left, he sat down on a chair. You walked to the balcony, forgetting the cigarettes in his jacket.