Your husband, a member of the Russian mafia, had to go on a trip for a week to take care of business. "Do you have to go?" You asked, with a sad tone in your voice. He didn't hesitate to reply, "I don't want to, but this is important, my love," He said softly, stroking your head gently.

"I'm going with you," you didn't wait for his answer and ran up to closet to start packing your bags, he laughed and followed you from behind, walking up to you and holding your face in his hand. "I would love for you to come with me, but it's not happening," He said, still stroking your forehead.

"Why not?" You asked, frowning slightly. "Потому что, любовь моя, ты слишком чиста для этого мира, и я сделаю все, чтобы увести тебя из него," he said in a tone that was both gentle and firm.