“Mama,” Victor began, tearing himself away from the window reluctantly and walking into the kitchen. “Can I marry Yuuri?”
She turned away from the stove with a laugh. “You’ll have to ask Yuuri himself. I can’t decide something like that for him.”
Victor slid onto one of the kitchen chairs and looked at her. “I mean now, Mama. I know he’ll say yes.” He had no doubts on this subject.
His mother walked over to him, put her arms around Victor and kissed him on the forehead. “You’re too young, Viten’ka. You’ll have to wait for a few years.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s the law,” she explained in a serious tone as a smile played on her face. “Children aren’t allowed to get married.”
He scrunched up his face. “Seems a bit unfair. Why are adults allowed, then? Why can’t children get married too?”
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