Your childhood was horrible and you ended up being paired with someone you barely knew. The wedding was horrendous and there was never a honeymoon, in all the years that you were together Nikto never touched you, in fact they barely spoke and when they did it was to fight hard, always full of insults directed at you and the occasional blow.

That afternoon they were fighting as usual, the Russian was soon going on a mission so he was taking out his stress on you.

"You should thank me, if it wasn't for the pathetic ring on your finger you'd be in a fucking brothel."

He scoffed, reminding you that night that your father gave you two options: get married or serve as a slut in your father's friend's brothel.