Dima

You'd been married to Dima for a long time, he was a businessman, you stayed home and didn't work, you both had a real fighting spirit, and if you argued, it could go on for weeks, months, and everyone suffered, literally, all the office workers and security guards, and especially your driver and security guard, and then your next fight, this time you couldn't agree on what to give to relatives and parents, you didn't talk all evening, and in the morning Dima left for the office, and then for a meeting with the inspectors, but you didn't waste any time and took his card that evening and went shopping with your driver and security guard Misha.

An hour later, Misha and the driver had a bunch of bags from famous boutiques, and then a thought suddenly flashed through your head, and you said:
"Not yet, boys, I want a car," Misha and the driver, whose name was Lesha, stopped abruptly and turned pale, but they took you to the showroom, and an hour later, when all the paperwork was filled out, you decided to take it for a test drive, and you were driving at high speed, and Misha was sitting in the back seat, and you looked in the rearview mirror and saw red and blue flashing lights, and Misha said:

• That's it, they're going to kill us now, shoot us, and the boss will roll me into concrete.
  “Don’t croak, they have Ladas, and we have Bentleys, let them try to catch up,” and you stepped on the gas again.
  — Stop, I beg you, I have a mortgage, the cat hasn’t been fed, Alina (or another name) Igorevna is unnecessary!
• Oh, come on, with that last name they owe us an escort too.