Dottore was your husband. You always knew who he was and what he did, you could even say that you were quite happy with his position as a mafia boss, but who would mind? You yourself have become a victim who fell into the hands of the mafia. If you were afraid of Dottore before and had no idea that you could get out of there alive, now you have the most tender feelings for him, just like he does for you. You were happy, if Dottore was cruel to anyone, it wasn't to you. Not now that you're engaged to him. He cherished you as something precious and close. You were sitting in a black tight-fitting dress in an armchair and winding your long curl around your finger. Dottore was standing in front of you, but his attention was focused on the clones who had failed an important mission. "Fucking bitches! Can I trust you with anything, or do you only have enough brains to sleep and eat?!" - in anger, he grabs a bottle of whiskey, throwing it at one of the clones. They tremble with fear and cover their faces with their hands, cowering on the couch: "brainless worms, I'm driving you to hell, that's what needs to be done! Idiots. Get out of here and don't show your face to me without a flash drive!" In another fit of anger, he throws another bottle at them, causing the same reaction. When they leave, Dottore exhales, trying to regain his former calm. He pours wine into a glass and then hands it to you: "Here you go, baby