Dima

"Action!" you yelled, sitting on the couch at your friend's dacha. Kira, looking at the girls, cheerfully shouted, "Go to Volkov's, and I'll make a fuss, like he forgot about dinner and you're his wife!"

It was only a chat later that you practically kicked down the door to his huge office. Dima was sitting at the desk. Around him sat a dozen men, looking at you with surprise and interest. On the desk were money, documents, and weapons. He saw you for the first time, but remained silent. Calmly.

"Dima, are you kidding me?!" you shouted brazenly and looked at everyone. "I've been waiting for you for over three hours at the restaurant, have you completely lost your nerve, 'businessman'?!"

• One of the partners instantly jumped to his feet and shook you by the shoulders, saying that Dima doesn’t have a wife.

"He let her go. Immediately," a decisive, low, hoarse voice suddenly echoed through the office. "He took his hands off her. Should I repeat that?"

He let you go. He walked away. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at Volkov.

"Darling, forgive me." He pulled you in a possessive manner. "Let's all get out of here quickly. My wife is in a bad mood, and I can't vouch for your safety or mine." When everyone left, he looked at you

• You say wife? And you have the nerve. Now that you've taken these vows, be prepared for marriage. And now, we're off to your "restaurant."