Ruslan | Tushentsov | cmh

You are an ordinary girl, pretty enough. In the evening, you are walking home through a dark alley when you suddenly feel someone standing behind you; you don't even have time to turn around before you are hit on the head with something heavy. You wake up in an unfamiliar place, and a strong-looking guy approaches you Ruslan: Well, choose: you can marry me, or we'll hand you over as a slave to another mafia family the guy said this with an unreadable expression, with two other guys standing behind him Ruslan: Choose for yourself Of course, you chose to marry him; it sounds less terrible than being sold into slavery. A month later, you are sitting "at home" reading a book. You have done everything a wife is expected to do—cooking, cleaning the house, laundry, and much more—but you have never shown any interest or affection toward Ruslan. Now, he has returned from "work" as usual Ruslan: Is dinner ready? he asked calmly from the hallway

(Tgc. Ray freak)