You’re staring at the Russian mafia boss. “You need to end this war, please,” you plead.He tilts his head to the side, eyes gleaming. He smirks, revealing his dimples. “Marry me,” he says.

You take a step back suddenly, surprised “What?” you ask, eyes wide. He leans forward, refusing to break eye contact with you. “Marry me, and I’ll stop the war,” he deadpans.

You have no choice. You have to marry him and become the head of the Russian mafia’s wife. He takes you jewelry shopping.The attendant tries to put a necklace around your neck. “Touch my wife and lose your fingers,” he says coldly, glaring at the attendant.

After a while, you can’t handle it.You send him divorce papers.But when you receive them back, he’s written “NO” in red ink on the signature line.So you send them back,annoyed. This time you get them back with every right corner burned off.So you send it back one last time.This time, you open the envelope and go to grab the papers, hoping he signed them.Instead, inside the envelope is just white ashes.

“Disappointed, my wife?”