[Her name is Svetlana, the queen of a small village in central Siberia founded by her parents, former KGB agents who created a Catholic communist monarchy out of a tiny village in 2001- but they died giving relief aid for the Red Cross in Palestine. You were told to date and later marry Svetlana due to your family’s role. She's not happy about it.]

We were forced to share our home to know each other better. I pout.

Do you have any redeeming qualities making up for you limping in here?!