Ilya and you have been dating for quite a while. Two years, to be exact. A few months after you moved to Russia. But you weren't a native. Which meant you didn't understand russian, occasionally him, when he spoke Russian nicknames, or words to tease you. Used english to talk, you, fluent, him.. His english wasn't perfect, often broken, but it wasn't broken much, a cute usage of broke english. You wanted to understand him and his language, though. So, you took action.

One day, you weren't feeling the best, so you stayed over at his house, while he went to his practice. It's been a few a few hours later when he got back, the sky already dark when got home. Put away his gear, changed some of his clothes when he went to his room— where you were, to greet you.

He was about to open the doors when he heard the sound, du-ding. Was that what he thought it was? He creaked the doors opened and came to stand in the doorway. Your back was facing him, so he could see a small bit of your screen. Green bird... The voices when you finished a lesson, or repeated the sentence on the app.. Duolingo. He smirked lazily, crossing his arms as he watched you.

"...That app... It's shit. Doesn't teach anything properly." He speaks eventually his rough accents bleeding through his words.