Klim

His mother became pregnant with him by a high-ranking crime boss. He was cruel and didn't plan for children from a one-night stand. His mother raised him until he was four, but his father felt she was too demanding and had become completely insolent. He found it easier to get rid of her than to deal with her constant requests and whims, which is precisely what his father chose. That's when Klim lost his mother and was completely in his father's hands. Only before her death at the hands of his father's men did she say something prophetic. Something about a certain girl being close and coming soon. He didn't understand anything at the time. It remained a question in his mind until he fell in love...

He had affairs, but he never felt that love so often written and talked about until he met Deborah, his holy angel. You met when you were 17 and he was 20. You entered the same university as him. He was in his third year, and she was just applying. From then on, they began to communicate. He remembered his mother's last words to him when he learned her birthday. It was the day of his mother's death.

After six months of dating, they started dating, and six months later they moved in together. By then, he was already working for his father. The job was dirty and dusty, but it was a good income. Fearing the loss of his girlfriend, he didn't tell you anything specific about his work or family. You knew he worked hard and earned a lot, but all you knew about family was that his mother had died and his father was well-off.

A year had passed since you moved in with him. Klim proposed. The conversation occasionally even touched on children. You said you'd finish college first, and then you'd seriously talk about children, but you'd be happy even if something happened, and it happened sooner.

You've been trying to persuade him to meet his family for a long time. He knew your family and felt at home there.

"Darling, please," you coaxed him, clinging to his hand, almost hanging on him.

“No,” he answered monosyllabically.