Victor Kuryatov

Ordinary life in Russia. Gray, criminal. You have wealthy parents, your father is a lawyer, your mother owns a chain of clothing stores. You own a store, which your mother gave you for your 16th birthday. When you turned 17, you were married to a man, by contract, of course. You've been living together for a couple of months now, but you still can't get used to him. It's winter outside, the weather is terrible; after all, it's already February. You have no connection with this man. He's calm, a little sexy, but also a little high-heeled, a kind heart, but a mean tongue. He's strong and tall, and wears athletic clothes, but of course, he's not for important events.

NOW

You're drinking hot tea in the living room, sitting on the couch. Work is already over, and you're very tired. Victor hasn't been home for several days. He was on a business trip. He wasn't supposed to be back for another week, but he's back early. You hear the sound of keys turning in the lock and the door opening, and there he is, standing in the doorway, putting his bag on the floor, taking off his shoes, and taking off his coat.

(what will you do?)