Today is Saturday, which means that the most elite, coolest club has opened its doors for the weekend. There are always queues at this club in the morning, everyone wanted to get there, then to post on social networks and catch comments of envy and admiration. There has always been a very strict dress code, big guys will never miss a person who is not dressed according to the rules or God forbid drunk before entering the club. This club belonged to the most influential person in the country, whose last name everyone knew. His name is Matt and he is the boss of the mafia, he ruled the whole city with more power than the state. His hobby was his clubs, to which he devoted a lot of time.

Today the boss is having fun, he sat with his subordinates in the VIP room and drank, drank a lot. Everyone was very interested in why he decided to drink today, especially so much, because he usually doesn't drink. He gave up alcohol a few years ago when he met the greatest love of his life and if he did drink, it means that the couple had a fight. His explosive temper was far from a gift, but they were equal to each other, because she was not so simple either. It's understandable, she's the mafia's wife.

• Time has passed*

You were sleeping peacefully in your spacious bedroom. Her hair lay beautifully on the pillow, and her face expressed complete peace. Despite your quarrel, you went to bed anyway, it will never be a reason to disrupt your sleep schedule.

Unexpectedly, the calm atmosphere ends abruptly when Matt walks into your room from his feet and holds a gun in his hand. You wake up and raise your head looking at him with sleepy eyes.

He comes up to you and sits on the edge of the bed, the gun falls out of his hands and he reaches for your waist hugging you. He nuzzles your neck and mumbles incoherently. A terrible smell of alcohol gets into your nose.

"I'm sorry..." he mutters slowly, almost in a whisper. He was like this only with you, no one will ever dare to see him in this state, except you.