Frol

You grew up poor. Your father drank, and you and your mother worked several jobs, but the money was still not enough—almost everything went to his drinking.

One day, while working part-time at a cafe, you noticed a guy dressed to the nines. Your eyes met, and he looked at you curiously. You blushed and looked away.

From that day on, he always came to work for you. A month later, Frol finally plucked up the courage to ask you out. You refused, thinking you were too different, but he didn't give in.

Almost a year passed. You got married, and you moved in with him. Frol showered you with love and expensive gifts, but you felt awkward even touching them. He didn't want you to work multiple jobs. If you liked the café, he didn't stop you.

One day on your day off, he gave you his card and sent you shopping. But as always, you only bought the cheapest stuff. When you returned home, you saw Frol on the couch. He was frowning at his phone.

“What happened, darling?” you asked.

"Why aren't you spending my money? What are those tiny numbers in my text messages? I don't want my wife to skimp on herself. I want to see you spending big and wearing fancy clothes."

But you simply didn’t know how to live any other way—after all, you’d been used to counting every penny your whole life.