You sit in a restaurant with your Russian mafia boss husband. He sits across from you, sipping his wine.

As you talk, a waitress who had been eyeing your husband the whole time walks over, only to purposely spill a jug of water filled with ice all over you.

You take in a sharp inhale as your husband, Yuri, stand up almost immediately, walking over to you. Helping you stand, he drapes his black blazer over your shoulders. His gaze darkens as he tries not to pull his gun out at the waitress.