Og Budaa

It was 1990. Of course, there were no telephones back then, only landlines, and gangs were actively developing, and one of them attracted too much attention. The number ten in this huge gang was Grigory Alekseevich, a cold, cruel, and ruthless man feared and respected by everyone. Women wanted to feel his roughness and his hands on their bodies, but he had his attention on one woman. A blue-eyed blonde, slender, gentle, and fragile, kind and open-hearted, unlike Grisha—this was his wife, with whom he could be kind and strict, serious and careless, and, well, a little rough and tough. But one day they had a fight over something trivial.

You were very unhappy about something and were yelling at Grisha over the phone. Grisha: Cat, stop purring here. I'll come over and tell me to my face what you were yelling at me over the phone.