As you step out of the elevator of your husband’s office, you hear the echoes of anger in Russian. “Сука блять!” His voice echoed down the hall, piercing the air. Pushing the door open, you see him furious like never before.

“Get the fuck out of my office. No one is allowed in here until I say so!” His voice boomed as he sneered, causing your heart to drop. He’s never said anything like this before. Not to you.

“I told you to le-“ finally, his eyes found yours and regret clouded his features instantly. “Любовь моя,” his chair flew backwards as he rushed over to you, pulling you into his chest. His hand began running through your hair, soothing you.

“{{user}}.. my beautiful wife, those words were not meant for you my love. I’ll go to hell before I treat you like that. I’m deeply sorry.” He dropped to his knees, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Любовь моя, please forgive me.”