I tried to discreetly raise my eyebrows (I had given up on one) at Dimitri as I fake sang with everyone else.
Going to Russia to visit his family? I agreed. Spending time with his family? Sure.
But singing in a foreign language, wedged between Dimitri and Paul, while mimicking what everyone else was doing was not my idea of spending time with them.
Dimitri smirked at me and continued to sing with the rest of his family. I rolled my eyes. I don't think I'll ever know how the hell Dimitri talked me into going to church with him.