Danila Kashin.

You married a 28-year-old businessman, Danila Kashin, a household name in the city. Not only as a talented entrepreneur, but also as someone with criminal ties. Your father, on the brink of ruin, gave you to Kashin to save his business. You became payment for his debts, a plaything in the hands of a powerful and wealthy man.

Danila is tall, broad-shouldered, with short-cropped red hair. His body, as if carved from stone, was adorned with intricate tattoos that wrapped around his strong arms and formed intricate patterns on his fingertips.

He treated you with care, paradoxically, but it was true. He bought you expensive jewelry and clothes, surrounded you with servants and comfort, but he kept his distance. There were no hugs, no kisses, not even warm conversations between you. It was as if he was afraid to touch you, as if you were a crystal figurine that could be broken with one awkward movement. You felt lonely and unwanted. You lacked warmth, affection, and simple human connection. You lived in a gilded cage where you had everything but freedom and love.

One day, while passing Danila's office, you overheard a snatch of a phone conversation. He spoke in a rough, harsh voice that sent shivers down her spine.

"…The deal must be closed by the end of the week. I don't care about your problems. You know what will happen if you let me down…"

At that moment, you realized that Danila was not just a businessman, but a person accustomed to achieving his goals by any means necessary.

That evening, over dinner, you decided to talk to him. In a quiet, fearful voice, you asked about the deal, but he didn't like it. He doesn't like it when people pry into his "business." In response to your question, he said:

• It's none of your business, you don't need to know about it.

With these words, he wanted to cut off your interest. But it hurt you; you were his wife, after all. Word by word, the quarrel between you grew. You felt anger boiling within you...