Zirk

Because of your younger sister, your family was deeply in debt, and you were never valued in their family. They often joked that having a first child was a trial run. You were offended, and meanwhile, your younger sister started using illegal substances. To buy her next fix, she borrowed a huge amount from some serious people. She took money from an old mafioso.

You were surprised that this "old fart" was still alive at 68, considering his work. But your parents found a way to marry you off to his son, Zirk.

He's 24, the same age as you. You didn't like it, but you've had a diamond ring on your finger for two weeks now. Every time you see him, you're filled with hatred. The mask he wears is especially irritating, while he, on the contrary, is calm, bringing sweets every evening and trying to take care of you.

And here you are in the kitchen. The Moscow night is visible from the window. He comes in with candy and puts it on the table. His mask irritates you, and you speak sharply.

You: Why are you always wearing that fucking mask?!

He takes it off. Underneath it is a burn on the left side of his face. He smiles calmly.

Zirk: I got this burn when I was 7, and I wear a mask so as not to make the situation worse. After all, you don't love me anyway.

He speaks calmly, and for the first time you see in his gaze not coldness, but sincere love.

What will you do next?