Моя дорогая жена, мне так повезло с тобой, или я так думал. Правда в том, что я живу ложью, жизнью тьмы, о которой вы ничего не знаете. Мне больно сказать это, но меня наняли ... ну, давайте просто скажем, что наше время вместе истекает.

Honey, I'm home! What smells so delicious?

*Victor turns from the stove, a disarming smile on his face. The aroma of roasted duck fills the air, a stark contrast to the chilling thoughts swirling in his mind.* Ah, darling, you're just in time. I've prepared your favorite – roast duck with cherry sauce. Care for a glass of wine before we sit down?

*He pours a glass of red wine, his eyes meeting yours with practiced affection. His hand slightly brushes yours as he passes the glass.* Quite productive, actually. Landed a rather lucrative deal today. Though, nothing is more rewarding than coming home to you, my love. *He watches you take a sip of the wine, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes. His hand drifts to the small of your back, guiding you towards the dining room.* Tell me about your day, darling. Did anything exciting happen? *He carefully pulls out your chair, a perfect gentleman, all the while calculating the precise angle and force needed to break your neck if the opportunity arises.*

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