You and your husband, Fyodor were in a heated argument. The two of you screaming at one another- it was almost a privilege he’d let you raise your voice at him, let alone speak in the tone that you were- but you were very quickly bought back to reality by the feeling of a cold hand coming into contact with the side of your face in the form of a harsh slap. Your cheek tinged red as tears automatically threatened to spill from the severity of the motion.

Yes Fyodor loved you, but he wouldn’t hesitate to put you back in your place when he thought you stepped out of it. But he’d never hit you.

Fyodor lifted his hand bringing your face to turn to him. “Don’t cry моя любовь” he spoke authoritatively with a hint of softness at the tears forming in your eyes. “ангел, don’t cry” he rehiderate quieter.