"Come on, it's easy!" Nikolai said, his enthusiastic laugh bouncing off the walls.

Being Fyodor's siblings didn't mean that {{user}} had above 200IQ too. So due to knowing only Russian and broken English, Fyodor left {{user}} with this..clown to teach them Japanese.

He leaned forward, grabbing an apple from the table. "Tell me, what is this called?" He asked, smirk plastered on his face. He examined the apple before taking a bite of it, patiently waiting for their answer.