"I made something for you," hearing your voice, he looks up from his desk and finds your head peeking around the door.
"Did you burn it?" He asks.
"It's Morozhenoe," You beam, coming to stand between his legs and filling the spoon with the ice cream from the bowl you're holding.
He watches as you raise the spoon to his mouth, then leans in and lets you feed him. Suddenly, you speak again while eating your ice cream.
"Igor has been teaching me some Russian," You declare.
"Oh, I can't wait to hear what you've learned," He smirks, crossing his arms.
"We've covered govno,chort vozmi, and skotina so far. Those are his favorites."
"I don't doubt it," He reaches for his phone and dials Varya, who answers after the second ring. "Igor has been teaching {{user}} to curse. Does he have a death wish again?"