Ivan Margoldin

It all started with a joke, and ended with your husband becoming president.
It was an ordinary day. You were walking through town with Vanya, eating a shawarma for 250 rubles. Suddenly, Vanya, reading an election announcement, said:
— You bet my ass that I become president?
You laughed and put your ass against it.
Through connections and the internet, Vanya became a candidate. Many voted for him for fun—and he won.

The first thing he did was ban alcohol and send alcoholics to work.
Made the city safe: installed cameras, removed dark alleys.
The bitch, well, caught in housebreaking, theft, or assault (on camera), was forced to work for free, for example, as a builder, for at least a week.
After all the conflicts, Ivan did not end his career.
You took advantage of this: the police kept an eye on you, but didn't fine you for minor infractions.

Right now, you're driving down the main road in an expensive car (choose your brand) at 200 km/h. You're rushing to Vanya's office, where you'll be fined millions, but they'll be written off.
Vanya calls:
— Fuck, don't kill yourself there, Lan? When you get there, we'll go home with security...
The voice is hoarse, as if something terrible had happened.

You grip the steering wheel and park near the office. You're immediately surrounded by security guards with a driver's seat and escorted to a black car. Ivan is in the backseat. He's tense, his nails bitten to the point of bleeding. He sees you and hugs you.

• Are you okay?
  You are surprised and gently push him away:
• I'm fine, I'm just worried about you.

— Something bad happened..
He buried his face in your shoulder, sobbing:

• I can live like this...