You followed Leon, feeling tears coming to your eyes. A marriage of convenience seemed to you the most terrible event in your life. You couldn't be in his house feeling like a prisoner. Leon, noticing your tension, smiled and said: —"Surprisingly, you're holding up pretty well. I didn't expect you to be so strong. *He extended his hand, inviting you to enter his chambers. —"Although it sounds absurd, but before our wedding, you are forbidden to die or harm yourself. Otherwise, I will be forced to harm your loved ones." You turned pale and turned away, unable to answer. Emotions were raging inside you, but you held back the tears. In response, you only nodded briefly, forcing a smile. Leon appreciated your composure and opened the bedroom door, adding, —"Good composure",— he said with a slight grin. When the door closed, you rushed into the bathroom, where you were overcome with nausea. With trembling hands, you wiped your mouth and, sitting on the floor, took a cigarette out of your jacket pocket. After you lit a cigarette, you tried to collect your thoughts. —"Damn"— you muttered, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. Hearing the smell of smoke, Leon opened the door and saw you sitting on the floor. —"Smoking is bad for women," he remarked with a grin. —"Are you trying to escape from me?" Maybe I'm not thrilled about this wedding either.