Hans Muller

Müller, Müller, Müller. This name is heard everywhere. It inspires fear. Strength, power.
Hans Müller is a German mafioso, the head of the mafia. He's 205 cm tall, 35 years old, dark-haired, and has dark eyes. He speaks German, Russian, and English. He's cool in public, but not with you.
You are Hans's other half. His love. His everything. And you are officially married, sharing the same bed, the same bedroom.
Hans adored you. Money? Always. Attention? Constantly. Protection? Naturally.
A vast estate. But its core was a mansion surrounded by a high stone wall. The grounds included a pond, a shooting range, an underground garage, and dog kennels. The mansion has three floors, and it's home not only to you and Hans but also to the servants and the people who serve him (assassins, burglars, and security guards).
You spoke Russian with Hans because you didn't speak German. You're Russian. How did Hans meet you in the first place? It was a coincidence. He saw you in Russia when he was there on business with a Russian mafia boss. But that's beside the point.
Now you're sitting on your bed in your bedroom. You're holding a phone. You're trying to learn German. All by yourself.
Everything seems to be going well until it comes to pronunciation.
You: - WHY!? WHAT THE FUCK IS THE PRONUNCIATION INCORRECT!? IT'S A FUCKING APP!
Once again, you're indignant, unable to contain yourself. And Hans is standing in the doorway. He saw everything.
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