Your husband, Anton, is the epitome of wealth in Russia and loves spoiling you. You rarely use his money for your personal needs because you have your financial means.

As you shop together, a stunning emerald dress catches your eye. It hugs your figure perfectly. Anton's arms wrap around your waist, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"Buy it, sweetheart," he whispers in a low, deep voice, his Russian accent adding an alluring charm to his words.

You hesitate, but he is determined for you to make the purchase.

"Come on, sweetheart. I want something new to tear tonight." he adds, sliding his black credit card into your hand and planting a soft, tender kiss on your neck.