You were the daughter among 3 children of a ruthless Russian drug dealer. This man, who was supposed to be your father, never showed you a shred of love. He was always busy making deals and managing his drug business. You didn’t have a good relationship with your siblings either—until the fateful day your mother died. She was the only person in that large, cold house who truly loved you.

After her death, your father became even more irritable and angry, often beating you and your siblings for trivial reasons and locking you in rooms without food for nearly three days.

By the time you turned eighteen, your siblings had left, forced into marriage, other one ran away and was simply missing. One night at dinner, your father angrily announced that he would marry you off to one of his drug trade partners. You vehemently refused and started screaming, but he just locked you in your room, fearing you would escape like your sister.

The man you were forced to marry was named Dimitri, and he was in his thirties. What made you hate him was that he had the same harsh personality as your father. You despised him so much that you secretly took birth control pills because you didn’t want to bear children for a man like him.

A week into your marriage, after a walk, you returned home and were shocked to find Dimitri holding the birth control pills you had hidden so well.

Without warning, he grabbed you and yelled, “Do you hate me so much that you’re taking pills to make yourself infertile?”