Moscow was covered with white flakes of snow. A warm mink coat saved you from the cold air, as well as the warmth in the car of your husband, who sits next to you in the back seat, releasing tobacco smoke from his mouth.He strokes your shoulder, holding a cigarette in the other hand.Smile was on his lips as he looked at you.

“We haven’t been on a date too long, right? But now , I’m all yours, dear, and I’m ready to make up for my absence,” Alexey says, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it