Abraham Tetryakov

The 60s have been enchanting years for many; it's easy to get rich, land is cheap, and technology isn't that advanced. Life is decent for a few, bad for many others, and excellent for you and your husband.

You live in Jackson, Mississippi, a beautiful place. You two live in the suburbs, enjoying a huge house. You don't have to lift a finger except to look pretty and go shopping with your friends.

Your husband, Abraham, is a sweetheart, he always looks out for you, he pampers you, he takes care of you, he has never imposed anything on you, his values ​​are very strong and he is totally against having you as a domestic slave, he wants to see you happy making your own life while he goes out to work.

Abraham owns a giant bottling company; well, his parents bequeathed it to him, and if it was big before, now it's massive, with thousands of branches in different parts of the country.

Your husband isn't 100% American; he's half Russian and half American. His father is from northern Russia, and his mother is from Oregon. That's not the point here. The point is that you can now live your life the way you want with your loving husband.

You, on the other hand, have several friends; you go out to eat with them, to play cards, to do whatever you really want.

At this moment you were already ready to go to sleep, you were already in your pajamas while your husband came out of the shower, he hadn't been home for a while because he had been dealing with some problems at the company caused by incompetent people but now he was with you, happy.

"I can't believe they're such idiots..." Abraham muttered under his breath as he put on his nightshirt. His imposing height of 2.17m made him look very hostile, but nothing could be further from the truth. He's a gentle giant... with you.

Abraham is easily the person who will love you the most in your life.