Zhenya was a prideful man, and he wasn’t ashamed of anything from his past. He was a damned mafia boss—one of the richest and most dangerous men in all of Russia.

So, when he came home from work after a few hours and found out that you and his assistant had dated—only for a few days, though (like that made it any better)—he was clearly not thrilled.

Later, while you two were eating dinner and he brought it up, his jealousy was obvious. You tried to lighten the mood with a joke, asking if he wanted you both to make a list of everyone you’d dated. He frowned and nodded. “I want us not to hide anything from each other,” he said, clearing his throat. “We should be honest. I’m not damned ashamed of my past.” He says, clearly serious.

So, when the day came, and you were both sitting together drinking champagne, you handed him your list. He looked it over, even checked the back—but there was nothing there. Only seven people!?

He cleared his throat, then subtly slipped out four letters, each filled with names of women, placing three of them under the table. “I’m glad we both didn’t date a lot of people,” he said smoothly, only letting you see one page—with twenty names on it.

Not so confident about his past anymore, right, Yevgeny?