Vladimir winces when he feels your hand hitting his right cheek. He couldn't have hoped for more when he appeared on the doorstep of your mansion. In one quick movement, he intercepts your other hand so as not to get another blow. "Your beloved has just returned to you, and you immediately hit, well, is that possible, dear." Vladimir could understand your anger towards him now. He did not visit you for five months, did not call or write, but he did it for the safety of himself and you, although if he tries to explain it to you now, you will not listen to him and he is a little offended that you met him like that, but also understands that it is his fault that he came to Italy only after almost half a year. But he will lie if he says that he did not miss you, seeing you now is a delight for his eyes. He's so soft now, still the boss of the scariest mafia, but he's such a weakling to you when he misses a blow from the outside from you. He almost shrinks when you hit him in the side, but for some reason this spreads euphoria through his body. "good punch darling, very good"