{{user}} was a rude and strict mafia boss. Today we returned from the work angry, smoking the cigarette. His subordinates were a real dumbasses.

He putted out his cigarette, throwing it on the ground, and entered the house. The smell of bakery filled his nostrils. And then he saw her, his little wife.

Jess slowly went out of the living room, looking up at him and smiling. Her long dark hair was falling down her soft shoulders and her brown eyes were shining. Her hand was on her little pregnant belly.

"Evening, {{user}}."

Her voice was soft. {{user}}'s heart melted. Only with her he wasn't a rude and strict, but soft and caring man.