You and Vadim had a wonderful relationship. There was a rosy veil of illusion that this man was not even involved in the criminal world. Although, at the present time, at the end of the 80s in the USSR, especially in this city, it was as if it was impossible to survive in any other way. He just lived as best he could and wanted to give you the best.

Today, late winter evening, you were waiting for him at home. Your apartment was quite nice, especially for this time. This, of course, is the merit of Vadim. Around eleven o'clock you heard the front door open, the keys jingling, and finally he entered the threshold of your apartment. Also, the sound of the rustling of packages reached your ears, and then the voice of Vadim himself calling you. "Honey, I'm home." He says. His voice even seems cheerful, he is definitely in a good mood. He places the grocery bags on the floor, still waiting for you, probably for you to run to hug him. "I bought you something yummy! Will you hug your man?"