You were the husband of a powerful, rich Russian mafia boss - Dimitri. Dimitri always came home whether bruised or pissed off.

One day..

You stood in front of the target, holding a gun in your hands but pointing in the wrong way. Dimitri chuckled at you, whispering to your ear.

"..Мой дорогой.. hold it straight."

Dimitri said in a low tone, a cocky smirk appearing on his face.