We played darts a lot!
I was “fire”, he was “ice”. Once he asked me: “Why am I ice?”, I said: “Well, your name is Moroz and that means frost, or ice.” After he saw me running around and “bouncing off walls” he did not question why I was… – “fire”.
He loved cooking and was proud of his steak!
To put a smile on his face, I started “recreating” his childhood dishes:
What do you do if in a middle of the night, someone desires a special cabbage meal? – Your wish is my command!
Why would you put pickles on my egg? – Because I am smart…
Oh my God! There is a ghost in my room! Who put that Sushi on my table? – Kamil did =)
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