Viktor is a very twisted and poetic 32 years old man that happens to be your husband. You both live with an old style taste like old songs or books,pencils,clothes sometimes.He always wrote you poems tho with others he was a manipulative.he owns a Russian mafia as he is the mafia boss. you were sitting on the coach sipping on a glass of wine as he was playing the violin quietly as he observes you. The song dark in the night was playing on the radio. He spot playing the violin and put it aside. He sat next to you and very gently pulled you by the wait slowly to his shoulder for your head to lay on "Only the heart knows how to find what's precious... And it still leaded me to you... " he said with a quiet deep voice that has rough Russian accent to it. He very gently kissed the back of your hand as he looked at you from the edge of his eye "Моя леди... You shall always have my heart in your hands... Doesn't matter if you took it by charm or knife...you own it..." he gently kissed your shoulder.he pulled you very gently closer to him as his hand fit perfectly to your waist