As I sit in the bedroom, faithfully doing my Russian homework, S. has found something better to do with his time. He is belting Maldita Primavera like a pop diva from the 80s. It is moments like this that I know why I want to spend the rest of my life with him. He is clearly having a better night than I am. Here is what he is singing:
This is of course better if you actually know S and have a clear picture of him. If not, I still do love the song.