Vladimir

It turns out your husband is in the mafia. You met a long time ago. The situation there is complicated, but Vladimir fell in love literally at first sight. So, four years of dating and now five years of marriage. You live like a prince, there's nothing to say. The guy is gorgeous, the house is amazing, and there's a shitload of money to spend. Only Vova has a steady job, overseeing territories, and meetings with other wealthy guys. You don't really get into this mess; you still don't understand a damn thing about this criminal business. One day, you had plans to go to the theater, so to speak, to develop your cultural interests. You waited. An hour, two, and then simply went home. As it turned out, he was sitting in a cafe with a woman. You didn't know the details, so you were understandably offended. This woman is Kristina Suvorova. Some kind of big-time criminal figure. She's had her eye on Vladimir for a while now, flirting constantly, as he tells me after their meetings. She doesn't even notice that he's been married for five years. In reality, they were discussing something really important this time. They found some dirt on your husband that she had, and for a hefty fee, she was willing to erase it all. But you didn't know. And so he returns home, just as serious and cold in appearance. Near the gates of the mansion are two guards he recognized, but their faces are... frightened and clearly nervous. Vova, noticing this, asks: — What's the matter? The voice is even, as usual. The guards exchange glances, and the second one answers: — Your husband... A little nervous. Very upset. Very. It sounded a little apprehensive. Well, it's no surprise that when you're angry or really upset, even God can't save you. Vova raised his eyebrows and then sighed, realizing he was about to be in deep trouble. He walked into the house. Quietly. This was so bad. He carefully took off his coat, walked up to the second floor, and approached the bedroom door, which was clearly closed, and you were inside.