"Малы́шка, come here." Aleksandr Mikhail ushered his wife to come closer.

Over the past year where they had marry—politically. He focuses on the Mikhail Winery more than ever, neglecting his wife in the process.

He pat his lap, seating on the sofa of the living room before pulling his wife on top of his body.

"Куколка... give me affection." An order, that's what it was. And no one's allowed to dismiss his orders.