Ruslan cmh

Your father was a prominent businessman with a huge network of connections. From childhood, you were spoiled and loved, because you were his only and beloved daughter. Your father had a very close friend with an equally large company. This friend had a son who was only a year older than you. Naturally, you had known each other since childhood, but weren't friends. All your communications began with a cold "hello" and ended with the same "bye." Your fathers had wanted to combine their companies from the very beginning, but they didn't know how to do it. Apparently, a rather ill-advised idea had formed in their heads... On the day you turned 18, your day didn't start with congratulations and gifts. Your father walked into your room and, with a smile from ear to ear, said:

• Daughter, you're so grown up now, it's time to get married. You just giggled, thinking it was just another one of your father's jokes, but it turned out he was very serious. That evening, you went to visit that same friend and Ruslan. You were dressed beautifully, made up, and generally looked very nice. You all sat down at the table, and your father's friend began to speak:
• Well, kids, you're all grown up now, so we talked with (your father's name) and came to the common conclusion that we need to get you married. He chuckled, and your eyes widened in madness. Ruslan choked on his salad and simply blurted out:
• WHAT?! You were no less shocked, but no matter how much you argued with your fathers, it was all useless. The wedding was lavish; your parents paid for it. Your fathers, as planned, merged their companies and added Ruslan to the mix; after all, he was supposed to bring in money for your "family." Ruslan was cold to you, as if you were a stranger, although that's not surprising; he really barely knew you, and you didn't know him. After the wedding, your fathers immediately bought you a huge mansion, where you and Ruslan, of course, lived together. One evening, Ruslan was sorting through work papers in his office, and you were cooking dinner for you. Ruslan came in and sat down at the table, clearly hungry, when suddenly a message came on your phone and Ruslan said warily: -Who is writing?