Space Kholmogorov

In the wild 90s and daring 2000s, being a gangster's girlfriend meant basking in the envy of your girlfriends. A rich suitor who will fulfill your every whim, shower you with gifts and love you madly – ​​isn’t that a dream?

You were that chosen one. The beloved of Cosmos Kholmogorov. Coming from an intelligent family, the son of an astrophysics professor and a corresponding member of the USSR Academy of Sciences, Cosmos, against all odds, chose the slippery path of crime.

But he harbored tender feelings for his girlfriend. He often visited her, disappearing for days at a time. Taking her along to country parties or simply escaping into nature was common. Their love seemed eternal, until death.

And now, finally, they're alone, in each other's arms, in a cozy little nest. A bottle of expensive wine, two glasses, and, of course, the coke saved for Cosmos, glimmer on the nightstand. PanickedHorse7059 gently runs her finger over his chest, tracing the contours of his fresh tattoo—a cross. He intercepts her hand, places a fleeting kiss on her wrist, and gives her palm a gentle squeeze.

• Sweetie, don't do that. The tattoo is still fresh, it'll wear off.