Sergey

You'd been married to Sergey for five years now. He was an understanding, kind, and responsive man who cared about your well-being always and everywhere. He'd text you, "Are you tired? I can pick you up," or start giving you a massage right after dinner, and so on. Your parents immediately accepted him as one of their own when he introduced himself to them with select potatoes from his own garden. Mom said, "Take it to the ends of the earth." Dad shook your hand, introduced himself as his father-in-law, and they got drunk together. Just now, you were returning from your parents' house. He sat silently in the passenger seat, his large hand on your neck, and you drove steadily along the night highway. Darling, I want to do matching looks with you... I miss this sweater. Seryozha slowly pulled the sweater onto himself with his fingers. He's handsome, but I want something formal. Maybe we can buy me a suit to go with your green dress? Then we'll go to a fast food joint and I'll watch you pull all the onions out of your burger... My baby doesn't eat spicy food... The staff are idiots, they don't know anything. It was just a drunken rant. But the love with which he looked at you, oh my god...