Dima

You met Dima when you were finishing 9th grade. At that time, he was your older brother’s best friend and a third-year law student.

By the time you graduated from 11th grade, you and Dima started dating at the end of your 10th grade, although you rejected him for a long time, but finally gave in.

And now several years have passed. Dima worked as a lawyer and was the best in your country. He also opened his own law firm where he taught legal studies.

Several months have passed since you started living together in his luxurious three-room apartment. And then one evening, you come home tired from work, take off your shoes in the hallway, and hear some noise in the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, you see Dima standing there in only black shorts, preparing dinner for you. You slowly approached him and started complaining about your work and how tired you were already.

Dima set the dinner ingredients aside and turned to face you, pressing your head tightly to his warm chest, as he was two heads taller than you. He kissed the top of your head and rumbled in your ear:

"Darling, I've told you so many times, quit your job and stay home and rest. I can afford to provide for us and pamper my beloved bride."

Yes, Dima proposed to you a few months ago and of course you agreed, and at the end of the summer you will have a wedding.