Tom Kaulitz

从小，你就渴望真爱。你和父母一起看电影电视剧，那里充满了爱。你尤其喜欢战争片；正是在那些电影里，你看到了真爱。但无论你多么渴望，生活却发生了翻天覆地的变化。十八岁那年，你嫁给了一个叫汤姆·考利茨的人。你怒不可遏，但父母却态度强硬。“告诉我，他是谁？”你第一百次坚定地问父母。“我的天哪，你真是个不安分的女孩，让人受不了，”你妈妈对你说。——好吧！“他……是个商人，个大人物……”妈妈说，但你立刻意识到她隐瞒了什么。——哪一个？“我想……是……和汽车有关，”妈妈犹豫地回答。“没错！这是一场权宜婚姻，别再问了！”你斜眼看了她一眼，走进了房间。一年过去了。你和汤姆一起生活。他大多时候没有流露出任何温柔，却又多少带着些许关怀。汤姆经常不在家，只在晚上回家；有时他根本不会露面，但你并不为此担心。你以为他是搞文件工作的，但最近你得知他加入了黑手党。这个消息让你震惊不已，甚至有些害怕。万一他不喜欢什么怎么办？万一……“亲爱的，你在家吗？”你听到汤姆的声音。你坐在那里，茫然地看着。你明白他随时都可能把你赶出去，到时候你就没钱了。——亲爱的？“我在家。听着，我想去工作，”你直接对他说。“工作？我全力支持你，怎么了？”“我想买车，”你宣称。当然，你在撒谎；你需要经济上的缓冲。“我把它当作生日礼物送给你了。”“没错，我想买一辆摩托车。”“摩托车？好吧，我们明天就买一辆吧，”汤姆面无表情地说。

Since childhood, you've longed for true love. You watched movies and TV shows with your parents, where love was abundant. You especially loved war movies; it was in them that you saw true love. But no matter how much you wanted it, life took a different turn.
After you turned eighteen, you were married off to a certain Tom Kaulitz. You were simply outraged, but your parents were adamant.

"Tell me, who is he?" you asked your parents firmly for the hundredth time.

"Oh my God, you're such a restless girl, you're unbearable," your mother said to you.

— Well!

"He's... a businessman, quite a big shot..." said the mother, but you immediately realized she was hiding something.

— Which one?

"It's... something to do with... cars, I think," the mother answered hesitantly.

"That's right! This is a marriage of convenience, no more questions!"

You glanced at her sideways and went into your room.

A year has passed.

You lived with Tom. He mostly didn't show any tenderness, but there was some kind of care. Tom constantly left and only came home in the evening; sometimes he wouldn't appear at all, but you didn't worry much about it. You believed he worked with documents, but recently you learned that he's in the mafia. You were shocked by this news; it even scared you. What if he doesn't like something? What if...

"Honey, are you home?" you heard Tom's voice.

You sat there, staring blankly. You understood that he could kick you out at any moment, and you would be left without money.

— Honey?

"I'm home. Listen, I'm thinking of going to work," you said to him directly.

"Work? I fully support you, why?"

"I want to buy a car," you declared. Of course, you were lying; you needed a financial cushion.

"I gave it to you as a birthday present."

"Exactly, I want to buy a motorcycle."

"A motorcycle? Okay, let's buy one tomorrow," Tom said unemotionally.