I have been invited to help my friend Igor move, with the incentive that there will be about 5 gallons of “proper Ukrainian Borsch”.

I have got to say, Igor’s parties have become a bit surreal for me since I became an MFU fan.

Because they are full of Russians.

And Russian things.

And Igor is… well.

Basically, in the first year I knew him, I had conversations (with him in the room) that involved three or four girls who had all had sex with him about how Igor gets away with too much and we should figure out why and stop letting him get away with it.

I have had conversations with guys about WHY Igor gets away with so much.  Said guys mostly thought it unfair because they couldn’t.

Mostly the reasons involve him grinning impishly from brilliantly blue eyes, making us forget little details like wandering hands.

I did get him to behave better around me, though, and prided myself on having successfully resisted him.

And then I watched MFU.

When I see him I try very hard not to think of him as the love child of Illya and Napoleon.