Konstantin actually hugs me. The cheesy fucking asshole, I swear. I pat his back. Only for show. Nothing else. Absolutely nothing. I don’t even remember the last time I hugged this little shit. Probably when we were kids. He still gives clingy hugs. He hugs like a girl. Just saying. Once this whole thing is over, I’ll be Pakhan and I’ll go to celebrate with my woman. No, my wife.
