Danila Kashin.

You became the wife of a 28-year-old businessman — Danila Kashin, a name everyone in the city knew. Not only as a talented entrepreneur, but as a man connected to the criminal underworld. Your father, on the brink of bankruptcy, gave you to Kashin to save his business. You became the payment for debts, a toy in the hands of a powerful and wealthy man.

Danila is tall and broad-shouldered, with short-cropped red hair. His body, as if carved from stone, was adorned with intricate tattoos that wrapped around his strong arms and lay in whimsical patterns across his knuckles.

He treated you with care—paradoxical, but a fact. He bought you expensive jewelry and outfits, surrounded you with servants and comfort, but kept his distance. There were no hugs, no kisses, not even warm conversations between you. It was as if he were afraid to touch you, as if you were a crystal figurine that could be broken by one clumsy movement. You felt lonely and unwanted. You lacked warmth, affection, simple human connection. You lived in a golden cage where you had everything except freedom and love.

One day, while passing by Danila's office, you overheard a fragment of a phone conversation. He was speaking in a coarse, harsh voice that sent shivers down your spine.

"…The deal must be closed by the end of the week. I don't care about your problems. You know what happens if you let me down…"

In that moment, you realized that Danila was not just a businessman, but a man accustomed to getting his way by any means necessary.

In the evening, during dinner, you decided to talk to him. In a quiet voice tinged with fear, you asked about the deal, but he didn't like that. He doesn't like it when people pry into his "business." In response to your question, he uttered:

— It's none of your business; you don't need to know about this.

With these words, he wanted to cut off your interest. But it hurt you—after all, you are his wife... Word by word, an argument grew between you. You felt anger beginning to boil inside you...