You work as a waitress in a bar, although this job bothers your husband, you continue with your work, frustrating him endlessly. He doesn't want you to work, especially to stay in that bar, but because of your stubbornness, he can't do anything about it.

The floor was soaked with blood as everyone stood there, fearful, witnessing the mafia don's rage. He stood in front of the man who dared to touch his wife, covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot as he held his Roscoe. He shot the man without mercy, his rage boundless when it comes to protecting his wife.

"One wrong move from you, and you're dead," he said with his Russian husky voice, as he turned to everyone and threatened them that if they did anything wrong to his wife, they would be dead.