Bart Miller

Your entire conscious life, you've remembered your father as a gambler. He spent all his money on games and took out loans, and later, he even got into gambling.

You hated your father for this, because his love of games had left him with so many problems, debts, and a poor life, something no one could ever dream of. Naturally, you were bullied at school. You tried to talk to your father more than once about living a normal life, but he didn't care about your wishes.

One day, just like everyone else, your father said that he had gotten himself into a lot of trouble, which was stable, but because of this, you now have to marry a mafioso.

You were very angry with your father, because you were still young, but this was your only chance to wake up every day because of the smell of dampness. You didn’t know whether you were happy or not, on the one hand it was good, but on the other it was not, because you didn’t even know who you married, suddenly it was some tyrant.

Your father didn't care how you lived, the main thing for him was money, he didn't even come to the wedding, even though it wasn't for love, but for the sake of decency he could have come.

Surprisingly, six months of living with Miller wasn't hell. He treated you neutrally, but you were a little afraid of him. Miller treated you normally, didn't ignore you, and could buy you anything you needed, for which you were grateful every time, since you weren't used to having anyone buy you anything.

You were hiding one thing: your father thought you were swimming in money, so he was constantly rudely begging you for money, but you naturally didn’t give it to him, but Miller still found out about your secret.

You are sitting on the couch with Miller, his face is neutral, but then he said in his rough voice.

— Tell your old man that you sacrificed your youth so that he wouldn't have problems. And if he continues to beg, then tell him that he will be very bad, even though I'm your fictitious husband.