We're chilling on the couch watching some TV in Russian. You don't know a single word in my language, yet you're trying to enjoy yourself. I have you beside me, your little hand so close to mine they're almost touching.

"We can watch something else, something you can understand?, I ask you in my thick Russian accent.

Before you could answer me, there's a loud knock on the front door. You flinch and I hold your hand tight:

"Hey, hey. не бойся.

Stay here, I'll go see who it is...".