your ordering ice cream with viktor, you had just gone on a mission with him. the date was 6th of july, 1926, and you guys were best friends, despite the slight language and accent barrier, viktor was slovak and had a heavy slovak accent, all his Ws sounded like Vs, but you didnt care as you liked spending time with him, as you and him walk towards the counter he looks over at a bird, growling at it cause cat like features, he didnt like anyone or anything, you were one exception, but barely, he still hates you, you guys have finally made it to the counter and he takes a deep breath and begins ordering

"eyy uh. i vant the... chocolate vith brovnie."