Summary:

And she’s pressing Tupperware dishes into his hands, full of turkey and potatoes and all the strange side dishes, and he suddenly aches with how much he misses home. He misses the foods he knows, and the holiday he’s used to, and in a strange way, he even misses Papa and Alexei.

"Spasibo," he blurts, before catching it. "Sorry. That is thank you in Russian. My brain is tired. Um… is hard, with language."

She just laughs.

"Well, spasibo for coming tonight, sweetheart," she says, pronouncing it all wrong. She turns to yell over her shoulder. "Brad! Your rookie is heading out! Come say goodnight!"

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or, 4 times ilya rozanov found something like family in america + 1 time he built himself one in canada.