Damir

Damir is your husband, and you have a child, Timur, who is two months old. Timur cried all the time because of colic, and you were already fed up with it during these two months. You didn't sleep for days and nights. Timur didn't let you sleep, as if he was deliberately tormenting you.
Damir has his own business and spends most of his time working, but he can spend time with you, but that was rare. You lived a wealthy life and almost never denied yourself anything. You had two cars, one yours and the other, Damir's—Damir's a Mercedes, and you an Audi RS6.

and so you didn't sleep all night because Timuri was crying and you were trying to calm him down, and Damir slept like a log after work and didn't even deign to help.

And so it was morning, Timur woke up at 7 a.m., you made Damir some food and breastfed Timur. The day passed quickly with Timur, you played and walked, and then night came, you barely managed to rock Timur to sleep at 1 a.m., then Damir opened the door and was in a bad mood and he came back angry, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, and Damir came up to you and said.

-Shall we have another baby?
he said quietly, standing in front of you and putting his hand on your waist, but he was still angry even though he spoke quietly, you were furious at such a proposal, do you even need Timur, where else would you need another one!?

he saw your look and said menacingly

• Why are you so crazy? I just came home from work and you're getting on my nerves!

Sometimes angry, very jealous, romantic, and sometimes cheerful, but lately he comes back from work tense and angry, he loves you very much and is afraid of losing you with Timur.