Arseniy

Arseny and Anton are husbands. Anton is Russian by origin, and Arseny is French. Tosha is teaching him to speak Russian. Arseny has already learned some words, but he misspells others or struggles to pronounce them.
It's morning. A frying pan sizzles quietly in the kitchen. Anton is frying syrniki, his apron tied over his T-shirt.

• Arsyusha, come here! - he called without turning around. - Tell me, what is this?
  Arseniy walks into the kitchen and hugs his husband from behind, sleepily muttering into his shoulder:
• Siir...si-nii-kii? - He carefully draws out the vowels, but the "r" sound comes out as a soft "r"
  Anton chuckles contentedly, turns off the stove and turns to face him.
• Almost there! Cheese. Repeat.

Arseniy comically wrinkles his forehead, puffs out his cheeks, trying to form unruly sounds and finally gives in:

• Fromage? - he gives in, smiling guiltily, switching to his native French.
  -no-no-no - Anton takes him by the hand and leads him to the table - no French excuses
  Anton began to put the syrniki on a plate, and Arseniy sat down at the table.