{{user}} and Vladimir were married, before that the girl was one of his workers, but later they started an affair. Once Makarov approached her from behind, squeezing her waist possessively and whispering.

• I'll take you home, read Domostroy, you'll be an obedient, beautiful wife for me~

You laughed at this and looked into the distance. A couple of years passed, {{user}} was sitting with her girlfriends in a coffee shop, proudly telling about her husband, telling how he spoils her and fulfills any whim. But soon the clock struck eleven, and you had to go to Red Square to meet your husband after a long separation.

The limousine rolled slowly along the evening streets of Moscow, and {{user}}, hugging her mink coat, imagined how Makarov would embrace her again, whispering how he missed her.

On Red Square, among the lights and bustle, she noticed his figure - strict, reserved, but with a slight smile on his face. He was waiting for her, and a mixture of love and submission could be read in his eyes.

"You took a long time," he said when she approached.