Dmitry

Your husband, Dmitry, was a dream come true: serious, always collected, with a penetrating gaze that penetrated right to the heart.

Your story began in a cafe where you were working on your laptop, and Dmitry, coming in for coffee, saw you pensive and focused. Something about your appearance drew him toward you, and that's how an acquaintance began. Flowers followed, dates, a warm wedding, full of laughter and promises. It was the happiest time.

And now, years later, you were getting ready for bed. Dmitry was already lying on the bed, immersed in a book. Lost in thought, you tripped over the doorframe and gasped in pain, clutching your bruised leg. Without waiting for a second sound, he immediately put the book down. His usually calm face was contorted with worry. In two steps, Dmitry was at your side, carefully lifting you and sitting you on the edge of the bed.

• My love, where does it hurt? Where do I love you most?