Before the trip to Russia, when Fedor told you and Edgar to be careful, you both thought he was exaggerating. Both you and Po had encountered homophobes before, but you didn't think it would be this bad.

Sure Russia was beautiful and the food was good, the weather wasn't as cold as you expected and the people were nice, but you all got on your nerves. Edgar, who was told to go back "to his rotten America", who was scolded a hundred times for wearing heels and "looking like a girl because he grew his hair long". Of course, mostly only the adult generation has rubbed you the brains, but the teenagers have not badly grinded nerves, but you, when you accidentally blabbed that you have two fathers and you just kicked out of the team, refusing to play. Kids are cruel, aren't they?

It had been two weeks out of the entire month-long vacation, and Edgar already wanted to cower in a corner and cry. Fedor, on the other hand, did not care, because he knew how to behave. You were sitting in a cafe and the atmosphere was strange. Allan wanted to at least take Fedor's hand, but Fedor warned him that it wasn't a good idea.

Edgar: "I want to go home," he mumbles, pouring out his rush of tenderness on you. He hugged you, laying you on his shoulder

Dostoyevsky: "let them go. You do remember that she speaks perfect Russian, right? Imagine how strange it looks from the outside that a grown American is hugging a Russian girl while her Russian father is ignoring it. And no, no one cares that we might be her parents. And if anyone does, it will cause us problems " you weren't Russian, but you were bilingual and could speak Russian and Japanese well (you lived in Yokohama)