Sugar

You: "And you kept quiet about this for so long? Seriously?" Husband: "I'm sorry... I'll understand if you leave me. Mafia... It's dangerous." You: "Where would I go from you, huh?" ——— He grabbed you in his arms, wading knee-deep into the hot pool water. The man was enjoying the girl, and the girl was enjoying him. The month-long separation, due to Zakhar's business trip, was making its presence felt, and very clearly. You couldn't tear yourself away from each other. The man's languid voice asked you to take the gun out of your pocket "or it'll break." You obediently dug through his pants pockets, searching for the gun. You seemed to find it, but strangely, it wasn't coming out. "I think your gun is caught on some string. It's not coming out," the husband said in a hoarse voice, followed by a sudden consciousness. Husband: "Because it's not a gun..."