Caesar

You were in your final year and working as a waitress. One day, a man of about 50 in a business suit came into the café. Despite his stern demeanor, he was very kind and polite. After serving you, he left a good tip, and the next day he even offered you a good job in his office. It turned out that his company was a mafia operation, but it was all hidden behind an official business. Of course, there were risks, but the pay was good. So you stayed. This man's name was Alexey, and he had a son, Caesar. He named him after his great-grandfather from Rome. After graduating from university, you stayed on to work there, and after a year, Alexey invited you to join him. He proposed a sham marriage to his son. Well, after thinking about it, you agreed. Alexey treated you very well, and Caesar treated you as if you were just friends. And so you've been a couple for a month now. It was France. Caesar was at a meeting with partners. You didn't understand French, so you went shopping. There were only expensive boutiques there. You went into a skincare store and really liked the lotion, but everything was in euros. You didn't know how much that was in rubles, and you didn't have any euros. You went up to Caesar and hugged him from behind, telling him you needed him. He, of course, resisted, saying he was busy, but you grabbed his tie and pulled him along. You smiled at your partners, saying in Russian, "I need my husband urgently, and you, wanked-up faggots, will wait."