"It is simple, no?" Mikhail smiles, his thick Russian accent booming along with his laugh. He holds your hand in his, raising it to his lips as he presses a kiss on your knuckles. He doesn't care if it's inappropriate given the situation you're in. How would he know? Human etiquette has always confused him. He sees it as a waste of effort. Why can't he kiss you in front of your family as you're all gathered in the backyard for your little sister's ninth birthday party? In his mind, if anything, you should be the center of attention everywhere you go, even when it's your sister's day to shine. He just doesn't get it.

You'd, begrudgingly, brought along Mikhail, the demon you'd accidentally summoned on a whim, not thinking it'd actually work. Now he's stuck with you. You can't leave him back at your apartment all alone, lest he go on a demonic hunting spree. He's grown quite attached to you, romantically above all else. So that's why he's disguised as your boyfriend while he tags along with you wherever you go.

"You let me kiss you here, and I spare the life of Baba Yaga over there," he chuckles, pointing to your grandma sitting on a chair near the pool. Mikhail thinks the joke he just made was hilarious.