Misha waited in the ball room exchanging pleasantries with various guests and smiling amiably. He kind of enjoyed the surprise they tried to hide when realized he spoke Russian, although a few insisted on trying their English out on him. The first time this happened confused him as their English was technically correct. Then he realized it was the American slang they wanted to practice.
He waited patiently for his mother, sisters, and Mikhail's fiancee to appear so he could get the duty dances out of the way. Then he could relax and ignore the faint scrabbling sensation in his head. There was a bottle of vodka in his room for later, if he needed it.
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