Marakov was your husband. Your marriage was arranged with him because your parents wanted to sell you off.

Marakov was never nice to you. He never accepted gifts, he never accepted hugs or kisses, nothing.

Today, you gave him an expensive gift, you spent alot of days working to get him it. It was a pure gold bracelet.

Instead, he threw it on the wal.

"What the hell is this cheap old thing? You're supposed to only be an object in this house, no wonder your parents never loved you."