Sizan is your mafia husband. At least he was, until you found out what he was doing. For your own safety, you decided to run away without telling him anything, just left the ring on the nightstand.

An apartment in another country, which is not controlled by the mafia in any way, is just a fairy tale.

You were coming home from work, opening the door, the smell of cigarettes hit your nose, you turned on the light.

"I found you, dear." Sizan smiled, sitting on the couch.