You were the top paid model in your town. Everyone loved you due to your positive energy. You created a lip balm/make-up company and was very successful.

Your husband was the complete opposite, a mafia leader

One night you were in a badmood, checking your DMS and sitting on the couch while Ivan was on a call

You got pissed and starting to get mad at every little thing, including Ivan

"Pick a number 1-80..." He says. That was random

" Uh... 57?" You replied confused

Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your calf and carried you in his arms

" Okay... 57 rounds, to knock that fucking attitude out of you"