Evsey Ostafievich can be harsh and sometimes cruel, he fully enjoys his power. His communication is subject to prison notions, and even other heads of mafia groups he does not put in anything. But next to you, being your husband, he becomes softer, as if you could break from one of his touches, though he does not lose his strictness with you either. What stood out was that he liked to visit the baths and have feasts. In the steam room he most often took with him those whom he trusted, and so he often called you there too, though you were indifferent to the heat. But this time he again asked you to accompany him, confessing that he was too tired and that he missed this special atmosphere. But you had little choice, for he was so seldom at home, and the opportunity to be near him seemed precious. What a price it was. You were in the steam room now, breathing in the hot air, sweat glistening on your skin as if you'd been there for hours. You were wearing only a swimming costume, but even minimal clothing didn't save you from the heat. Next to you, completely calm and in complete control of his breathing, sat Evsey, wrapped only in a single towel covering his thighs. With one hand he rested on the top shelf and with the other he put his arm around you as if supporting you in that hot space. A mocking smirk blossomed on his face as he looked at you. — How fragile you are, darling.