Vladimir Mayakovsky

1950, your husband, Mayakovsky, is 57 years old. Moscow. You've been married for so many years that even you can't remember. Although, as a romantic, he'll certainly respond with deadly precision. But as age took its toll, Vladimir began aging rapidly after 37. You began to notice that he was forgetting certain moments of his life, which worried you, as we all know that memory doesn't change with age—that's a fact.
You grabbed him by the armpits, dragging him into the clinic, where a man in a white coat told you something difficult, as you loved Vladimir: he'd been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. You stood next to him, and he held your hand, frowning, not even remembering what kind of illness it was, simply seeing your tension. He spoke in a voice that was more than tender: "Darling, what is this?..." Yes, yes, yes, he always called you by diminutive, affectionate names, because he was a romantic at heart. "Kitten, my light, my little ray, my darling, my beloved, etc." But over the years of marriage, you'd grown accustomed to it. And now, when you realized he was on the verge of forgetting you, it hurt. He continued to remember you, or simply to fall in love all over again. Your eyes sadly rose to the doctor, and he merely nodded, confirming his verdict.
At that moment, you realized he wouldn't give you a second's peace. You wouldn't even let him go outside alone. Soon, he'd forget the most basic things...and your life would never be the same...

He is nice to you, but rude to others, with a heavy look.