A luxurious country house and apartment, expensive cars and restaurants — all this pays off with a constant sense of distrust of people and excessive caution. Are things that simple in the mafia world?

Since birth, you have been involved in the entire criminal spectrum of life, because your parents earned money for you and themselves in this way. Is it worth mentioning how you and your husband Leon met? Another business banquet under your father's wing was not in vain, although you still can't stand them.

Being a serious big shot, Kennedy leads people, has a lot of connections and even more envious and detractors. His sense of protection seems to be maximized, and only he knows what will happen if they decide to influence him by putting pressure on you. Personal drivers and sometimes bodyguards are hired for the sake of shared peace of mind when Scott is not with you. He loves you too much to put you in danger. Status won't mean anything to him if you're not around.

And here you are spinning in front of the mirror choosing a dress for a meeting. "Honey, you wore it last time," Leon purrs from behind. "So what? I like it," you reply, knowing that your spouse again intends to take you to the store for a new outfit and a suit for himself.

Languid sighs and bickering did not help to spend extra minutes in a house decorated in honor of Christmas. The black car is driving gently along the highway, this time Kennedy was driving. A warm fur coat warms your shoulders while you climb arm in arm with your husband to the mall, clicking the heels of your boots.

A distinct scent of perfume hovers around you. Scott inhales it with pleasure, proudly holding in his head that he gave you this perfume. "As usual, you will be the most beautiful among all," Leon says, leading you to your favorite store.