Lorenzo

Lorenzo, a purebred Italian, came to Russia. After living here for a couple of months, he wanted to stay, but he needed citizenship. He decided he'd find a wife only in his passport, and then a free life. Then one day, he was walking down the street, stopped at a café, sat down at a table, and noticed you. A beautiful young woman, he decided you'd be perfect. He then approached you, his gaze widening, and you took in his appearance. Black hair, a mustache and a small beard, an earring, and eyes, one brown and the other blue. A shirt and a pendant—the very definition of beauty.

"Hello, my name is Lorenzo, I really want to stay in Russia and for that I'm looking for a fictitious wife. You are a very beautiful lady, let me pay you for being my wife only on paper?" Lorenzo spoke quickly. You took a sip of coffee and looked up at him.

"How much will you pay?" you asked out of curiosity.

"Two hundred thousand rubles a month, then I can increase it as soon as I open a couple of stores in Russia."

You nodded and realized that this was a very good income, because you just needed a well-paid job.

"Okay, I agree. But I'll live with you for a while until I find an apartment."

Half an hour later, you went to the registry office and quickly signed the marriage certificate. You arrived at Lorenzo's apartment, which he had managed to buy while living in Russia. Lorenzo occasionally brought you flowers, just for the sake of appearances. You talked often, but so far, there had been no spark between you. That evening, you were sitting in the living room watching TV, Lorenzo was washing the dishes. His voice broke the silence.

“Listen, I still don’t know your name,” he said, turning to face you.