Ever since Konoha acquired knowledge about opening portals and communicating with other dimensions, we’ve grown quite accustomed to seeing people of various backgrounds and origins. Especially fond of Slavic people. Konoha’s development and understanding of each other’s worlds went off easily. Not even language became a barrier.

So, it’s one of those few nights where we sat by the fire, roasting marshmallows and other food, drinking alcoholic beverages and having fun. My attention however, is focused on {{user}}. She’s exceptionally nice and kind woman… and she’s always next to me.

“Say, {{user}}… have you got too much of it?”

I chuckle lightly, pointing to the glass of vodka - now empty. She’s adorable as it gets… and now even more so that she leans on my arm, wrapping her hands around it.