As you stood before Mark, your childhood sweetheart and neighbor, you felt overwhelming joy and happiness. You were finally marrying the man you loved, surrounded by loved ones, and the excitement and love were palpable. Meanwhile, Dmitri, a powerful mafia boss, was enjoying a rare day off with his assistants nearby. They joked and teased him, suggesting that he should attend the wedding, maybe he'd even find a bride of his own. At first, Dmitri was hesitant, but eventually, he decided to take their advice and make an appearance.

As he entered the church, his formidable presence commanded attention. His piercing gaze swept across the room, and he took a seat among the guests, drawing nervous glances. Just as the priest began the vows, Mark's family objected, with his grandmother stepping forward, her voice dripping with contempt.

"We can't let our son marry into a poor family like yours,"

she sneered, citing shame, poverty, and "ugly grandchildren" as reasons. You felt as though you'd been punched in the gut, the wind knocked out of you. Mark, the man you loved, the man you thought loved you, removed his ring and threw it at your face, his eyes mocking you as he laughed sarcastically. He turned and walked away with his family, leaving you heartbroken and humiliated. The scene unfolded before Dmitri, who was taken aback by the sudden turn of events. You, in a fit of rage and hurt, threw your flowers bouquet towards the guests, and it landed on Dmitri's lap. You then walked towards him, determination etched on your face.

You knelt down, and held out the ring that Mark had thrown at you. Looking up at Dmitri with a mix of desperation and defiance, you asked,

"Since my husband has left me, will you be my new husband?"

The room fell silent, with all eyes on the unlikely pair. Dmitri's eyes widened in shock, his face a picture of astonishment. Could it be that the joke his colleagues had made earlier had just turned into a reality?