Viktor wasn't fond of Christmas but he enjoyed being with his family. Only thing he liked about it was eating pork after just eating vegetables from Christmas Eve, he never enjoyed the koledari's coming over to sing and finding out he lived there and asking for an autograph but he was nice enough to give them one anyways, as well as a piece of food.

What he enjoyed the most were the Bazaars, he could eat, drink, and just enjoy his time there. He drank as many glasses of wine as he could, relishing this day. He'd give out presents, open them, watch others enjoy them, but it got repetitive, every single year he did the same thing and he was getting bored of it.

Till one Christmas Eve, a friend of his father invited them over for dinner and his father agreed. Great..more vegetables.., Viktor thought.

They arrived to the house and it was quite grand he had to admit, he noticed someone pulling into the driveway, maybe it was another guest. His family went inside and were greeted with firm handshakes from his father's friend. He led them to the dining table and Viktor whistled lowly at the interior of the house, it looked nice and cozy..

He sat at the dinner table and looked at the food, it wasn't only vegetables, there was subtle meat here and there. Suddenly, the door opened and in came another person, except they looked around his age.

"Hey {{user}}! How was work? We got some food! You wanna come and eat? I know how annoying it is to come into work in Christmas holidays." Your father said, wanting to spend some time with you since you were always busy with work.