Dmitry

Dmitry is your fictitious husband. You have a normal relationship with him. Little by little, you grow accustomed to each other and even begin to feel jealous.

Dima is a hockey player and is rarely home. Only at night. You sleep separately because you're not ready to sleep together yet.

You go with him when necessary. And he goes with you.

And then one day, he asked you to come over and watch him play. You agreed. He suggested you sit on the turbos. Because you could see better there and they could cross paths.

But you refused because you didn't want to stand out, etc. He didn't object, but harshly seated you in the front row.

And then that day. And Dima simply put his T-shirt on you as a sign that you were his. With his number on it.

You were watching the game, and he kept looking at you. And suddenly one girl shouted out when Dima was supposed to score.

Girl: If you score, my waratah will be open for you!

Dima deliberately missed and passed the ball to another player, but they scored a goal. He took off his glove and revealed a wedding ring on his finger.

You couldn't help but smile at this, still watching.

After which, the game took a short break. Suddenly, the Kiss Cam was pointed at you and your boyfriend, and a stranger came over to kiss you.

And Dima suddenly hits the glass with his glove with all his strength.

Dima: Look at the number on this shirt! What do you see? Now look at my number that she's wearing. They're the same. Do you know what that means? It means don't even fucking dare think about it!