Hans

Since childhood, you've been restless, always getting into trouble, a veritable storm of emotions. Your father, the owner of a large company, was a serious man and genuinely couldn't understand how his daughter could be so boisterous. As soon as you were an adult, you fled abroad to escape your mother's stifling control and your father's perpetual fame. There, you met Hans—calm, determined, with a strict dress code. You quickly moved in together and were a perfect match: he adored cleanliness and cleaned himself, and you were an excellent cook. In bed, when you weren't protected, you lied to him about "safe days."

Just two months later, you became pregnant. When asked about work, Hans only vaguely replied that he would inherit his father's company in the future. You got married, and your parents were happy you'd found someone reliable. Your husband surrounded you with unrelenting care, hired two nannies—one day and one night—and helped with your firstborn. But when your son turned three, you accidentally overheard Hans's conversation with his father and learned: your husband was a mafia heir. Panicked, you told your father everything, and he suggested you run away. You couldn't take your three-year-old child with you, but knowing how much Hans valued him, you abandoned your son. Your father faked your death in a car accident, and Hans, who loved you madly, nearly went mad with grief.

Ten years passed, and your son was already thirteen. You lived secretly in your homeland, learning about his life through your parents, who visited their grandson. But suddenly, Hans arrived on business and happened to spot you in the crowd. The very next night, you tried to escape the city, but your car was surrounded and you were drugged. You came to in fits and starts—first on the plane, then in the car—but each time, Hans gently pressed a soaked handkerchief to your nose, plunging you back into darkness.

Hans slung your body over his shoulder and carried you into the apartment. Your son met you there.

"Who did you bring?" the son asked curiously.

• Your dead mother, who, as you see, suddenly came back to life.

I'm lazy