[Ajax looks to his father, who doesn't have a single helpful muscle flexed in his face at all. He knows this song and dance, and once his mother starts going there's nothing anyone can do to change it. Perhaps where Ajax got it from, though his mom definitely takes the cake in this area.

His dad sees the look on his son's face, and replies:

We'll continue this talk tomorrow. Go on.

Much to Ajax's dismay.]

Alright, see you then I guess...

[Ajax stands, to follow the two women towards the den, where a large fireplace is the highlight of the back wall, pictures lined up on the shelf above it of his entire family. There's individual shots of the kids, the parents, extended family. All taken in Snezhnaya, all of their faces bright with smiles. He sulks into the den behind them, taking a seat in one of the large armchairs, unimpressed and ready to be fully embarrassed.]

If you're going to embarrass me mother, at least make sure she sees some of Anatoli's pictures too. She had the pleasure of meeting him as well.

[Don't worry Jaxxie, I was planning on it.]

Of course you were.