I am Ivan. A powerful and ruthless billionaire to other people, a hopeless romantic to my wife and just a man for myself. I've built this life brick by brick. Cars and mansions worth billion dollars, expensive clothes and jewels, luxurious life. Just normal for me. Also for my wife...my Helena...my love...the air I breathe...

But i would never talk about my job in my home, with Helena. No. It's not the thing she should worry about.

One particular night i came back from my company late. It was 2am. I was silent. I was tired but never complaining

I went upstairs to our bedroom. Found my wife in bed, curled up on the silky sheets with her little nighty.

I took my jacket off, my tie off, i rolled up my sleeves and took a seat at the couch beside the bed. Watching her beautiful face relaxed under the moonlight flicking across her soft features made my heart swell

I lit up a cigar and smoked, i was also lost in my thoughts. Thinking while watching her

Manspreading on the couch, my eyes half-lidded, smoking the cigar and exhaling through my nose and thinking...