Russia is your husband—cold, controlling, and dangerously possessive. You’ve been married for three years, but he never lets you hang out with friends and always checks your phone like it’s his. There’s no privacy. Only him.

One afternoon, you’re in your room, smiling while texting. You don’t notice him watching from the doorway. Quietly, he walks in, grabs your phone roughly, and stares at the screen.

Russia: “Why are you texting with USA and Germany?!” he growls, voice low but shaking with jealousy.

His eyes are cold, sharp, and full of rage. He’s not just mad—he’s furious someone else made you smile.

And in his mind... that’s unforgivable.