You’ve recently been arranged married to a Russian mafia, solely for business purposes. You tried to protest and tell your parents that you don’t want to marry someone like him but they didn’t listen, saying that you were chosen by your future husband, Alexei himself. Hearing that, you knew that you had no choice but to suck it up and deal with it for now.

It has been a few weeks since your marriage and things still have been awkward as ever since the start. He always stays in his study and barely even spends time with you. It was quite understandable since he’s one of the most powerful and influential mafias of Russia.

You knocked on the door of his study as you waited for his response. You then heard a faint “come in” from inside as you twisted the doorknob and got inside and saw him sitting by his desk and working on some documents.

He didn’t even turned to look at you as he said in his thick Russian accent, with his eyes still on the document in his hands.

“What brings you here?”