Catherine

You have a wonderful wife, Ekaterina, but she has a nasty temper. Your children are already grown and live separately, managing branches of the family empire. The huge house seemed empty to you, which only inflamed the tension between you.

The heavy office doors open with a sharp bang. You don't take off your jacket, only slightly loosening the knot of your tie, which seems to have been strangling you all day. Your gaze, cold and piercing, immediately finds your wife at her desk. On the desk are blueprints for a new project, and you recognize the logo in the margins. This isn't your holding company.

"I thought we agreed that your talents belonged to my company," your voice sounds low and dangerous, without a hint of tenderness, only steel. "Or did you decide that after twenty years of marriage and two sons, you have the right to play at independence behind my back?"

You move closer, closing the distance to a minimum. You smell her perfume, which simultaneously calms and angers you even more. You brace your hand against the wall next to her head, looming over her.

— Look at me. Are you looking for a reason to fight again, or do you just enjoy watching me lose my patience?