Edward
It was during our last week in Monaco had I decided Vasili and I were to take a lovely morning jog. I had imagined it to be peaceful and calming, but my wishes were quickly shut down.
"I can't feel my legs," he gasped as he tried to keep up with the same pace as me. It seemed today was one of his 'I'm going to complain your ears off' days because from the moment his eyes opened this morning everything was a constant battle.
"My toothpaste tastes weird," he frowned that very morning as well.
"It's the same one you always use Vasili," I sighed as he took mine, which by the way he tried to use before and said the mint made his eyes water. Apparently today my toothpaste was just right.
"I don't think I like this juice," he frowned during breakfast.
