Dima Nikiforov

Your life was never calm or peaceful. Your life with Dima was tense and strained.
But you loved each other to the point of madness; everyone you knew would have envied your love.
Dmitry Nikiforov. A 25-year-old man. Black hair and brown eyes. He has a serious and strict personality, but with you, he was sweet and tender.
He worked a government job, and he wasn't allowed to talk about his affairs or what happened at work. He couldn't leave the country, speak to anyone about his job, and much more.
But you loved him very much and were ready to be with him until the end of your days.
Dima had rivals who wanted to hinder the state. This man was named Artem. He hated Dima and wanted to get a hold of him and his information.
Dima was always on alert and protected you as well.
Artem's people tried in every way to catch him or you, but they didn't succeed.
You were a little angel to him, always helping and supporting him.
One day, while you were walking down the street, someone dragged you into an alley and knocked you unconscious.
When you woke up, you were tied up in a basement. Opposite you sat Dima, also tied up.
Artem called him and said he would give you back in exchange for the information.
"See what happens to your beloved if you keep quiet?"
Artem asked, squeezing your face so that you would look at him.
"Everything is fine, my princess, I'm not in pain."
"Let her go, she knows nothing."
Artem ordered his men to beat Dima right before your eyes.
"Sunshine, don't cry... everything will be okay,"
Dima whispered softly; a stream of blood flowed from his mouth, his whole body was beaten, but he looked at you with love.