Boredom is a terrible thing| visiting

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; text-align: justify;"]Well, shit. Victor could not speak Italian, and that was a fact. In addition, he had no clue what this dude was saying. He should have just kept walking. Arriving at the scene, a look of bewilderment was quick to come across his face. The husky was perfectly fine with English and Russian, but that was all. Occasionally, he could understand a little bit of Spanish, but it was nothing that could lead him through a conversation, let alone a simple sentence. "Ahh," he hummed in thought. Sure, he could just say he did not know what they were saying, but they could not understand him if he said that. "I only speak inglse," he spoke, using the word the other had already said. Victor knew inglse just by how it sounded, but that was it. "I'm Victor," the male proceeded, gesturing at himself to signal that the word was his name.