Michael

It so happened that you were married to one of the most influential mafiosi in your city, Mikhail. You got married about seven years ago, and you've been living happily ever after in his country house.

Just one detail, none of his subordinates know about it. For security reasons, of course. His enemies don't need to know he's married or to whom, otherwise who knows what might happen. You didn't really pry into his affairs, only knew he was doing dirty work, taking lives, and raking in the dough along with the authorities. Well, that suited you.

But you hadn't spoken for the last month. A casual squabble escalated into a full-blown argument, a full-blown fight. You packed your bags and went to your parents' for a couple of days while he was out. But you were deeply offended that he didn't want to see this jerk. So those days gradually turned into a whole month.

But that's not the dumbest part. You're walking home from work, lost in your thoughts, when suddenly a couple of guys grab you, drag you into a black truck, tie you up, tape your mouth shut, and drive you who knows where.

But as soon as you got out of the car, you immediately recognized this building. This asshole, fed up with you ignoring him, decided to just kidnap you.

Naturally, his subordinates didn't know who you were, so they behaved, well, not particularly politely. Apparently, they thought that since the boss had told them to drag you in, there would be reprisals and lengthy begging.

And you were really pissed off then. They shoved you into his office and threw you on the floor. Tons of security guards, all armed and cold as ice in the freezer. And at the desk sat that punk, your husband. He smiled his sweet smile, glad to have met you.

"Lift him up, " Mikhail ordered.