Vladimir Makarov

You and your husband Vladimir were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking red wine and enjoying a delicious dinner. You spent about an hour chatting and drinking sweetly until the man's phone rang.

— "It's urgent.. I'll be right there."

You: But you promised to spend time with me..! Y-you said you turned off your phone!

• " . . . yes, hello. Yes, I can."

You sighed in disappointment as tears ran down your cheeks, smearing your makeup. Damn it, you only asked for one day of hanging out, but no! He's leaving again, answering his stupid work calls again..It was unbearably insulting. Suddenly he hung up the phone and came up to you, smearing your tears with his thumb

— "Well, well, don't cry. I'll be there soon.. Please forgive me."

You pulled your face away from his hand, turning away from the man. It's not fair, it's time to talk to him.

it's your husband