The story of a man obsessed with power, control and wealth and his schizophrenic wife whom he married for power. One want everything, the other doesn't have anything. Both of the characters are equally fucked in the head. How will they last together?The voices.. They won't leave me alone. I don't remember the last time I was out. Maybe it's been days, weeks, months, even years. Everything was fine until the voices started to haunt me, manipulated me into doing something heinous which I have no recollection of. Everyday it was the same padded white walls, the bland meals, no windows,no light, no colours,same doctors, nurses, pills, injections. It had been always the same ever since I was 18.
When the voices grew louder, they would but me in a Straitjacket and sedate me so I don't attack. And when I woke up its another day, I knew that because the nurses look refreshed and their clothes were much cleaner than the day before.
Every month this mysterious man used to visit me tall, grey eyes, muscular with a scowl on his face and a cigarette in his gloved hand, he always wore neat and expensive suits and shiny shoes with no scratches or dust. A specific musk smell cling onto him like spirit. I didn't know who he was, he claimed to be my husband but I didn't remember marrying him. Life was so tempting when you have power and money, well that's what I thought. Many people might not agree with me - Fools, living in the illusions of fake happily ever afters. Soon, I'd be the head of the Bratvas and then nothing could stop me from gaining ultimate and endless power and control. Yes, that's what I liked, that's what I loved and that's what I was made to have.
"Sir, The asylum contacted, there seem to be some problem, Young lady is-" I stopped my secretary, Romeo mid way through the sentence. "Get the car ready, I'll pay her a visit. It's almost been a month, I think it's the right time" I said, my voice maintaining the cold, detached tone. Shutting down everything in my office, I stride through the main door of my office.
I married Elina Volkova , the mafia princess for one reason, for the Bratvas. Her father Vladimir Semenov Volkova, the head of Bratvas as that old man promised me the highest position if I marry his mentally unstable daughter, according to him I was the only guy he knew who doesn't have a "SA" case or allegation. Which is true but that doesn't mean I'm an angel. I never understood that old man, why would anyone want to bind their daughter to a man just because he's the least evil one he's aware of. But I never wanted to find out the reason as my only focus was more power and control. That old was one of my investor, the richest one. I stepped out of my Rolls-Royce Phantom and went to the mental institution owned by that old man. The smell of antiseptics and IVs filled my nose and jammed my head.
