"Ah, just don't lose me? I don't speak very much Russian, so..."

It's starting, just a little, to finally sink in, the part of this that is happening that is HIM GETTING TO LIVE WITH VICTOR NIKIFOROV. It's in about eight foot tall letters in his brain. It might be on fire. It's been a little buried underneath everything else that's been happening-- shock and sadness and anxiety and police officers. But now it's starting to loom a bit again, with how frankly adorable this all is.