“I know some words, though.” I dipped the straw inside my milkshake and brought it to my lips for another taste. I never usually ate anything other than my stash of Kit Kats, so I considered it sort of a progress. A pathetic one, but still. “Let’s hear them.” “Suka blyat. Horosho. Kak dela. Pizdets. Privet.” “Those were all curses and pleasantries. Your Russian family must be really fucking passive-aggressive.” I didn’t know why it made me laugh so hard. Maybe the realization that we were just so normal together. Normal. God. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed that feeling.
pffttt bane 💀
