Boys, hi. I’m gonna finish a couple things and then sit down for tea.
I need my boys.
Take care of me.
I always have pomegranate and fresh juice for breakfast.
But I’m dying like a hamster trying to finish this article, so the whole kitchen’s on you, boys.
And I don’t wanna squeeze juice either — my hands hurt like hell after.
Nightmare.
Blini.
Avocado.
Avocado?!
Uhhh… fine.
Juice.
Okay.
Pomegranate.
Mm-hmm.
Blini.
Poker face.
Yeah, I got it.
Milk.
Milk?!
Disgusting, ew, I hate milk.
Tea.
Mm-hmm.
Chamomile for me.
Hades wants his with a piece of shit.
Yeah, that’s about me.
What an asshole.
I’m planning to rest after.
Don’t wanna do anything.
I suggest we all collapse on the couch if we fit.
If not, you’re on the floor.
Boys, I propose…
Room with a View.
What?! Just like that?
Ugh, gross.
You bastards.
That’s romance.
To hell with romance?!
Seriously? These are my boys — zero manners.
Ugh, shame.
Good.
Cartoons?!
Oh, now that’s perfect.
Moana?
The Lion King?
The Princess and the Frog?
Sing?
Fine, come over, we’ll decide there. And for God’s sake, don’t fight — boys, I get it, you’re all different, but we’re all ours here. No fighting.
Except Mr. Caleb.
Yeah yeah, roll your eyes.
He’s on special status.
Oh come on, don’t sulk.
That’s it.
I love all my boys very, very, very much. Hugging you all.
Bring the kids too.
Love them, love them.
All of you.
If you want, bring your wives… though they’re usually not thrilled about me…
😬
Yeah, well, whatever.
Actually — better don’t bring the wives.
Don’t look at me like that — we’ll have to behave around them.
We won’t?!
Oooo, Alpha’s in charge now, huh? Might put her in her place.
Oooooo, we’re all whistling.
Maaaaaan.
Alright, I’m off to work on a mind-blowing article.
Waaaiting.
Wait — what time are we meeting Sunday?
Poker face.
No beer.
Whiskey?
Well…
Ah, fine, bring whiskey.
Damn, I hope I manage to make the blini.
Boooys, don’t rush — damn it, I won’t have time to make the blini.
Politicians? Ooooh, you can cook?
Really?
No way.
You’ll cook something for us?
Come on, booooys, pleeease.
Please please.
C’mon…
Here I am with puppy eyes.
Jumping, begging.
Mm?
Yeah? Really?
Yaaay 🥳🎉👏
Alright then — it’s all on you.
Damn.
The time…
Sunday?
At 13:30?
Deal.
Indonesia, stop whining — we’re not meeting at 4:30 a.m. just for you, what are you people.
China, Poland, Czech Republic…
Here we go again.
Back off.
13:30.
And stop grumbling.
Hades is asking Indonesia and Singapore to bring toothpicks — says we’ll stick them in your eyes so you can finally see something.
Oh my God 🙈
Boooooys, this is a nightmare, I apologize.
And he says the puppeteers shouldn’t smear themselves too much — baby powder won’t make you any whiter.
Oh God.
There he goes again.
Boys, I’m running.
Waiting for all of youuuuu.
At 13:30 MSK 💃💃💃💃💃💃
I need my boys.
Take care of me.
I always have pomegranate and fresh juice for breakfast.
But I’m dying like a hamster trying to finish this article, so the whole kitchen’s on you, boys.
And I don’t wanna squeeze juice either — my hands hurt like hell after.
Nightmare.
Blini.
Avocado.
Avocado?!
Uhhh… fine.
Juice.
Okay.
Pomegranate.
Mm-hmm.
Blini.
Poker face.
Yeah, I got it.
Milk.
Milk?!
Disgusting, ew, I hate milk.
Tea.
Mm-hmm.
Chamomile for me.
Hades wants his with a piece of shit.
Yeah, that’s about me.
What an asshole.
I’m planning to rest after.
Don’t wanna do anything.
I suggest we all collapse on the couch if we fit.
If not, you’re on the floor.
Boys, I propose…
Room with a View.
What?! Just like that?
Ugh, gross.
You bastards.
That’s romance.
To hell with romance?!
Seriously? These are my boys — zero manners.
Ugh, shame.
Good.
Cartoons?!
Oh, now that’s perfect.
Moana?
The Lion King?
The Princess and the Frog?
Sing?
Fine, come over, we’ll decide there. And for God’s sake, don’t fight — boys, I get it, you’re all different, but we’re all ours here. No fighting.
Except Mr. Caleb.
Yeah yeah, roll your eyes.
He’s on special status.
Oh come on, don’t sulk.
That’s it.
I love all my boys very, very, very much. Hugging you all.
Bring the kids too.
Love them, love them.
All of you.
If you want, bring your wives… though they’re usually not thrilled about me…
😬
Yeah, well, whatever.
Actually — better don’t bring the wives.
Don’t look at me like that — we’ll have to behave around them.
We won’t?!
Oooo, Alpha’s in charge now, huh? Might put her in her place.
Oooooo, we’re all whistling.
Maaaaaan.
Alright, I’m off to work on a mind-blowing article.
Waaaiting.
Wait — what time are we meeting Sunday?
Poker face.
No beer.
Whiskey?
Well…
Ah, fine, bring whiskey.
Damn, I hope I manage to make the blini.
Boooys, don’t rush — damn it, I won’t have time to make the blini.
Politicians? Ooooh, you can cook?
Really?
No way.
You’ll cook something for us?
Come on, booooys, pleeease.
Please please.
C’mon…
Here I am with puppy eyes.
Jumping, begging.
Mm?
Yeah? Really?
Yaaay 🥳🎉👏
Alright then — it’s all on you.
Damn.
The time…
Sunday?
At 13:30?
Deal.
Indonesia, stop whining — we’re not meeting at 4:30 a.m. just for you, what are you people.
China, Poland, Czech Republic…
Here we go again.
Back off.
13:30.
And stop grumbling.
Hades is asking Indonesia and Singapore to bring toothpicks — says we’ll stick them in your eyes so you can finally see something.
Oh my God 🙈
Boooooys, this is a nightmare, I apologize.
And he says the puppeteers shouldn’t smear themselves too much — baby powder won’t make you any whiter.
Oh God.
There he goes again.
Boys, I’m running.
Waiting for all of youuuuu.
At 13:30 MSK 💃💃💃💃💃💃
