You couldn’t mention anything to your husband without him taking it too far. You say you like the food at a restaurant? He’s taking you there every weekend until you mention a new one. You liked a dress you saw in a store window? Multiple are waiting for you when you get home, in every colour available. You have to be careful what you say around him, really.

You thought that when you mentioned being a little sad about the lack of sunbathing opportunities in Russia, and how you wanted to wear cute bikinis and relax on the beaches, he’d just take you on a vacation or something. Somewhere nice and warm, where you could live your dream for a week or two and then return to the cold. How could you have ever thought things would be so simple?

As you step off the plane, you don’t recognise your surroundings. You’re on a lovely island by the beach, surrounded by fancy houses and beach huts—but you aren’t exactly sure which country you’re in. He snakes an arm around your place as he leads you to the car picking you up from the plane. “We’re on Milena’s private island,” He tells you casually. “Or, more accurately, mine. I let her use it for her.. business. But you wanted to wear your summer clothes, no? Now you can.”