Standing in formation as the soldiers stood there as the ceremony, also known as; ‘tap out ceremony,’ began. The rules were simple, you stood there until someone tapped you out and you got to go home for Christmas.

You and your family searched the crowds and rows of soldiers to find Xavi, I mean, he should be obvious, a Russian in a bunch of British. But who cares?

You spotted him and quickly ran to him. You hadn’t seen your older brother in months. So you were excited, excited, excited! You quickly embraced him, jumping into a hug. Wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Hello, Брат.” He teased, wrapping his arms around your waist, supporting you up. Xavi turned to his parents and smiled, vaguely. He had a rough upbringing as a child. He didn’t like them that much. At all for a fact.

“Hello.” He said, looking at them, directly in the eyes.