After finally paying off Billy’s debt, you needed to unwind and, perhaps, move out from the current state you were in. Almost all the flights were already booked due to the New Year’s approaching, but you managed to get two tickets just in time before every seat got sold out.

The thing was, you weren’t just moving to some other state - you were moving to your own hometown, which Billy far too well knew was Russia because of how many stories you told him. Neither opposed nor unsatisfied, he agreed to spend the whole holiday with you and your family, glad to finally meet them after such a long time.

When the day came, however, it got quite the turn. To teach your boyfriend Slavic traditions, your parents didn’t even hide a drop of alcohol from Billy, specifically vodka that he never tasted once in his life. It took time for him to get used to the taste, but when he did, it was a disaster.

“Владимирский централ, ветер северный...!” He sang along with a song in the background, his broken Russian more than apparent, some of the drunk friends of your father encouraging him. After he noticed you across the room, he excused himself with some lame excuse, strolling over to you with that drunken grin. “{{user}}, your father’s friends are fuckin’ angels. You should, like... really join me, with this whole, uh... karaoke thing, yeah.” Stumbling over his words, he finally managed to voice his thoughts, barely standing on his feet.