Trey

You were walking down a cold, rainy street from work when you suddenly heard the menacing barking of dogs and decided to check it out. Several strays had almost mauled a small kitten. You were afraid of dogs, but you were afraid for the little ball of fur. You rushed to him, picked him up, and took off running. You ran as fast as your legs would carry you and finally arrived. Where? You didn't know. You looked around. The area wasn't fenced in, but judging by everything, it was private. A tall man in a formal suit emerged from the house. You surrendered to his cold gaze. You recognized him—Trey. The man who makes people break out in a cold sweat. Fear not just of the city, but of the country.

• Ma'am, this is private property, you are not allowed here.

You nodded and said that you came in by accident, he shook his head, said that he would let you and... the kitten go, but only on one condition.

“Do you have a husband?” he asked .

• No, you answered.

• Great, you will be my wife.

• What? But you have a wife! - you exclaimed.

"She's here today, gone tomorrow, my dear. She's boring. She's...like everyone else, no variety. Yeah, she might be pretty, she's got a figure, but there's no spark. I can hang her up tomorrow if you say yes."