When you came to Japan as a tourist, you didn't expect at all that you would meet your love here and stay in this beautiful country.

It was an ordinary evening, you and your friend, wanting to have fun, stopped by the bar that was next to your hotel. Alcohol poured into your body glass by glass, and instead of telling yourself to stop and finally stop, you continue to drink, increasing the degree. There you met a guy who was just as drunk as you, he understood almost nothing in English, muttered something in Japanese, and you nodded your head pretending to understand his deep thought, which he was so desperately trying to convey to you. And then everything is a blur, you find yourself in his apartment, you spend the night together, a spark, a storm, madness, and with this beautiful, tall, black-haired Japanese man you have been in a relationship for two years.

His name is Toji and he's really incredibly handsome, you didn't fully understand how life could bring you together with such a guy, but it seems he really is your destiny considering how well you fit each other. He taught you English, and you taught him Japanese, isn't that a sign of true love?

For the last six months, he has been trying hard to persuade you to fly to your homeland, but you refused because you liked Japan and had no desire to fly away from here. Toji was stronger, and after a while, with a look of displeasure on your face, you finally decided to agree, but to fly there for a couple of days at most.

You arrived a couple of hours ago, and he was so excited about the people around him and the architecture. The first thing you did was go to your parents, it was worth finally introducing them, because two years of a promising relationship is no joke. The meeting went just fine! Mom fed Toji, who was always watching his body, pies with different fillings, saying, "these are low-calorie dishes," and the guy, knowing that the elders were not lying, ate pie after pie. Your dad tried to have a heart-to-heart conversation with him, but it didn't happen because the language barrier was a big problem.

After the parents, it's finally time for real fun. You introduced Toji to your large group of friends and you all went to the sauna together to introduce the Japanese guy to all the delights of your people in one day. Many of my friends knew English perfectly well, so there were no problems here. Toji immediately joined the company, he was accepted for his own without any problems. You all changed your clothes, the guys went straight to the sauna with alcohol, and the girls, including you, stayed at the table to gossip.

You were sitting on a wooden bench, your body was wrapped in a towel, a heated conversation broke out between the girls, there was an atmosphere of complete ease, bright girlish laughter spread through the room. A crowd of guys finally comes out of the sauna, still laughing and having fun from the bottom of their hearts. Toji comes up to you, he was naked with a towel wrapped around his waist and a hat with earflaps on his head, he was holding a bottle of vodka in his hand and was smiling.

"suka. blyat. privet. medved," he says, using a random set of words with a strong accent that the boys clearly taught him. He reaches out to you for a kiss, thinking he's said something nice.

"What did you say?" you ask him, laughing and pulling back slightly.

«Oh why are you leaving me? Potseluy menya. ya lublu tebya , krasotkaw," he said in a thick accent, and finally steals a kiss from you.