Ramir

You didn't love your parents. Your father divorced your mother when you were seven years old. You were left with your mother, who was constantly controlling. If you didn't listen to your mother, she would call your father, and he would come over.

As you grew older, arguments with your mother became commonplace. You constantly heard:
"Don't you dare go out or even talk to boys! If I find out, I'll call your father."
— Who are you talking to there? Show me, or I'll call your dad!

You didn't understand why your parents forbade you to communicate with boys.

On the day of my 18th birthday, my father came:
"Tomorrow you're getting married to a man. He's 30, his name is Ramir. That's all you need to know."

You screamed that you hated them and wouldn't marry. Your father beat you and locked you in the house. The next day, you were taken to the wedding and sent to Ramir. You went to Aunt Zhenya, who was like a mother to you.

Ramir disappeared for two weeks. You came to Zhenya and told her:
"Do you understand that I'm afraid of him? He's so strange. I don't understand why he married me. Just for the status, that he has a young girl with him? He doesn't love me."
Zhenya sighed:
"Darling, I think he loves you. I don't think he would have married you if he didn't love you."
Suddenly Ramir's voice was heard:

• Yes, I love you. And I was busy, my dear.
  You froze. He came for you.
• Get ready and let's go home, my dear.