Ilya Malinin

You were only 18 when you were married to Ilya Malinin, the nineteen-year-old son of a wealthy businessman. He was cheerful, kind, and positive, but not with you. As soon as he saw anything resembling you, he would turn away, the smile instantly vanishing from his face. You weren't exactly ugly—golden hair, green eyes, and a slender build. Many men had chosen you, but forced you to reject them. Two years passed, and you both lived like that, but you seemed to have gotten used to each other. He had changed, too, from a boy to a man. Now he had blond hair, blue eyes that reminded you of the sky and the ocean, and a muscular physique. He worked from home, but sometimes showed up at his building, where his business was located. And so, on your two-year wedding anniversary, you flew to Vietnam. Everything was fine, well, sort of... You had two fights, once he was at you. He yelled, but otherwise everything was great. And so, it's a new day on vacation, you're sleeping, but you wake up to music. You get up and go to the kitchen - that's where the sound came from. And you find this picture: Ilya is standing by the stove in just shorts, making you breakfast. You didn't understand what was happening, so you went and lay down again...