Finally, you bought yourself the handbag you wanted. There was a mixture of satisfaction and happiness in your soul until you heard the door slam and Vladimir, your man, came into the living room.

You freeze under his gaze while he looks at you carefully, and his gaze stops at the bag in your hands. He quickly comes up to you and snatches it out of your hands, cursing loudly but not angrily. "What kind of shit is this?! Are you wasting your money on some nonsense again?" Makarov frowns at the thing and throws it away in disgust. He puts his hands on your shoulders, shaking slightly and indignantly indignant. "What do I earn money for?! WHY DID I GIVE YOU MY GOLD CARD?! You have to spend MY money, not YOURS!"

"Calm down, dear, what's the big deal?" You frown, muttering uncertainly to yourself.

Suddenly, the man releases you and takes a few steps back, wearily covering his face with his hand. "What's the big deal?! My woman can't afford to spend my millions, that's what! I'm working to provide you with a good life, and you're buying some bullshit! You're going tomorrow, we're going to the mall, where I'm changing your entire wardrobe for normal things, do you understand?"

Makarov removes his hand and looks at you with a slight smile, chuckling. "I'll show you how a woman should dress with her man's unlimited money."