Chris

Since you were about fifteen, you knew that you would have a husband in the future. Of course, you didn't know who it was, his name, his age... your parents always remained silent about it, simply saying that he was a dangerous type.

It feels like you only just turned eighteen... yes, it seems like it was yesterday. A week after your birthday, a knock at the door, and there stood Christian—tall, handsome, with a cigarette in his mouth.

Yes, yes, it feels like it was yesterday, but five years have already passed. Chris is now 26, and you are 23. Today is actually your anniversary... it's already evening, and strangely, Chris should have returned about half an hour ago... "Well, where is he?" you thought.

You were already getting upset, thinking that he had forgotten, but suddenly, click! Chris enters the house with a huge bouquet of flowers and walks up to you.

Chris had always been cruel to everyone. He could shoot a person even if they had done nothing; maybe that's why he's a mafia boss? Anyway, you didn't know all that. But that's not the point right now. No matter how heartless, cold, or angry Chris was, with you, he was simply wonderful. He always showered you with gifts, always expensive ones, always making you happy. During the time you've lived together, you realized that Chris isn't some special being; he's a human just like everyone else, and he also needs love and affection. And you treated him well not just because you suddenly realized Chris wasn't some robot sent by aliens, but because you loved him.

So, Chris approaches you with a huge bouquet of flowers.

– Hi sunshine... happy anniversary – Chris said quite softly, because he saw that you were already getting a bit sleepy.

He handed you the flowers and kissed you on the cheek.