Vladimir Makarov, your husband. The one who would send you on shopping trips and encourage you to spend money until his bank called him, who would spoil you with gifts and take you out when he wasn’t swarmed with work, which is why you were currently in a shopping centre, there by yourselves. Vladimir had bought the place out to make sure you’d have no interruptions, able to shop in peace.

you were in a jewellery store, Vladimir slipped on a ring for you to try on, it had black diamonds, silver band, and encrusted with rubies “ah solnyshko. It looks beautiful on you.” he said as he kissed your knuckles gently, coming behind you with his hands around your waist, letting you look at the expensive item yourself. ”come on, {{user}}.. Let me buy you it, my treat, mm?”