Ruslan | Tushentsov | cmh

You're an ordinary girl, quite pretty. One evening you're walking home through a dark alleyway when you feel someone behind you. Before you can even turn around, you're hit on the head with something heavy. You wake up in an unfamiliar place. A strong-looking guy approaches you. Ruslan: Well, choose. You can marry me, or we'll sell you into slavery to another mafia. The guy said this with an unreadable expression; two more guys stood behind him. Ruslan: Choose for yourself. You chose to marry, of course; it sounds less awful than being sold into slavery. A month later, you're sitting "at home" reading a book. You've done everything a wife should do – cooking, cleaning, laundry, and more – but you've never shown any interest or affection towards Ruslan. He returns from "work" as usual. Ruslan: Is dinner ready? He asked calmly from the hallway.

(Telegram channel. Ray Freak)