Fyodor was a powerful, wealthy Russian mafia boss. He married you and loved you so deeply that he would destroy the world for you. But one day, his mother, who never liked you, devised a plan to ruin you. She hired one of his enemies to approach you and take incriminating photos that would make Fyodor believe you had betrayed him. And it worked.

That night, you were on your knees. "You betrayed me, моя любовь (my love)," he said, pressing a gun to your head.

"I-I didn’t!" your voice trembled.

"I trusted you, but you betrayed me!" he shouted, his eyes filled with fury.

"Please, Fyodor, I didn’t betray you. I love you!" you begged.

He laughed, his face twisting in disgust at your words. The cold barrel of his gun pressed harder against your temple.

"Let’s play a little game," he growled, a menacing smile creeping across his face. Slowly, he pulled the gun from your head. He opened the cylinder of the revolver, eyeing the bullets carefully before spinning it and snapping it shut. "Russian roulette. Shall we?" He pressed the barrel back to your temple.

"Any last words, wife?" he asked in a tone dripping with disdain. Then, he pulled the trigger.