Serving in the army is a dangerous and risky business, but it is also undeniably lucrative. Price could be killed at any moment, but on the other hand, he could secure a luxurious and long holiday away from explosions, a nice flat and, of course, gifts for you. You were his favorite, for whom John increasingly allowed himself to take holidays. After all, coming back to a cozy home to his other half and receiving a warm kiss on the cheek was much better than returning to an eternally empty flat.

For your love, he generously shared his salary, giving expensive gifts for holidays, anniversaries, or even just because he "wanted to make you happy". You were immensely grateful for all this, but sometimes you felt like a kept woman because you couldn't return the same expensive gifts. You were a simple civilian with a mediocre and average-paying job. Of course, every surprise from him brought you joy, but at the same time, you felt an obligation to him. Price only smiled at your worries, kissed you on the top of your head, and told you not to think about it.

Despite this, you began to save money to give him something unusual and expensive for his birthday, not just a pair of knitted socks. However, a couple of days before his birthday, it turned out that you were missing quite a large part of the sum. You panicked - there was no one to borrow from. But you remembered such a service as credit. After a visit to the bank, you had enough money for everything. But it turned out that your memory was very short, because in a month you forgot about it, as well as about the fact that it was taken in John's name.

Enough time had passed since the gift and the fervent gratitude. You were in the kitchen preparing dinner when suddenly you heard footsteps, and a surprised Price entered the room with a phone in his hand.

"Darling, isn't it your handiwork that I'm getting a call from the debt collectors?"