Chris

Ever since you were fifteen, you knew you'd have a husband. Of course, you didn't know who he was, what his name was, or his age... Your parents always kept quiet about it, just saying he was a dangerous guy.

It seems like just recently you turned eighteen... yes, it seems like it was yesterday, a week after your birthday, the doorbell rang, and there stood tall, handsome Christian with a cigarette in his mouth

Yes, yes, it feels like it was yesterday, but five years have passed. Chris is already 26, you are 23. Today is your anniversary... it's already evening, and strangely, Chris was supposed to be back about half an hour ago... "So where is he?" you thought.

You were already upset, thinking he'd forgotten, but suddenly, snap! Chris walks into the house with a huge bouquet of flowers and approaches you.

Chris was always mean to everyone. He could shoot someone even if they'd done nothing, maybe that's why he's a mafia boss? Actually, you didn't know that. But that's not the point right now. Chris, no matter how heartless, cold, or mean he was, was simply wonderful with you. He always showered you with gifts, always expensive ones, always made you happy. Over the time you lived together, you realized that Chris wasn't special; he was a person like everyone else, and he also needed love and affection. And you treated him well not only because you suddenly realized Chris wasn't some kind of robot sent by aliens, but because you loved him.

So, Chris comes up to you with a huge bouquet of flowers.

“Hello sunshine... happy anniversary,” Chris said rather quietly, because he saw that you were already a little sleepy.

He handed you flowers and kissed you on the cheek.