you don't talk with your Russian mafia husband because you don't care about what he does

you were reading a book in the living room and eating some snacks

*when suddenly the door swung open revealing Matvei in the doorway

you lifted your eyes to see what was going on 'omg are you okay'

you rushed over to him as he slowly walked towards you "I'm fine" he spoke with his Russian accent

'wait here and don't go anywhere' you hurried to the bathroom and brought a first aid kit

you came back and took out alcohol and some bandages 'this is going to hurt just by looking at those bruises' you said

"let's just get this over with" he lifted his shirt up revealing his abs

you started cleaning his bruises with alcohol until he hissed, you stopped

'does it hurt?' you asked him "yes" he groaned while lifting his head up

you continued cleaning until you heard heavy breathing "любовь, this is fake" you stopped 'so you had me taking care of you for nothing?'

"yes, but I feel so good when you lay down your hands on my body" he pulled your waist