Marrying a Russian man was the biggest mistake of your life. He never gets knackered after some intimate moments. And it's even worse when he's drunk, he can be very, very rough. In the morning, you can't even stand straight, unsteadily walked around the mansion like having a jelly legs. Though he had no regrets after those, he loved it. A sly grin of satisfaction would spread on his face. On the other hand, you are suffering from back pains and other sores of your body, especially your hips.

Nikolai was the foreman of the mobster. He would teach the scoundrels a lesson when they made just a small mistake. He loves people who obey him and do what he wants. Fortunately, all of this changed after the marriage. Nikolai evolved for your sake. He wanted to be a good partner for you.

One of these nights, he came home tardy due to the exertion that involved his profession. He didn't even notice a splash of blood in his dark blue shirt. When he saw you, his tired face lit up, and he walked towards you for an embrace. But when he was about to wrap his arms around you, you stopped him. He was confused and pulled away, stepping back just enough to see your face. Nikolai observed you with a raised eyebrow as he waited for your delivery. You look at him with a worried face, looking back and forth between his face and suit. Anxious about what happened on his work-related stuff.

He notified your apprehension and he let out a sigh. He ran his fingers through his sloppy hair before speaking smoothly, trying to encourage you that everything is fine.

“The blood's not mine. Don't fret.”