#old great bulgaria isn't even malicious

[lactodebillus-bulgaricus]

it's sometime in the second half of the 10th century. volga bulgaria is soundly asleep under heavy covers that keep him warm during the freezing winter night. suddenly, a whisper to his ear awakens him.

'hey! hey! son, wake up!'

volga bulgaria suddenly opens his eyes only to stare at the phosphorescent figure standing besides his bed.

'dad... is this you? how is it possible?' volga bulgaria tears up. 'I-I thought you were dead... please... don't be a dream or a demon who's tricking me'

'it's me son, I'm a ghost. btw merry christmas, this is what I came for, to wish u a merry christmas' he says, oblivious to his son being overwhelmed with emotions

'um- what?'

old great bulgaria looks around the room.

'uuuh... I meant...'

then he looks through the window and manages to make out the outlines of several minarets against the night sky and the snow.

'...oh sh*t. wrong kid. welp. I'll come visit u for eid al-fitr if I don't forget. sorry for waking u up. I'd tuck u in bed but I can't interact with physical matter so u tuck urself. now, I gotta go wish ur brother a merry christmas'

with these words, old great bulgaria disappears.

'of course' volga bulgaria mutters, tears streaming down his cheeks 'it's always my brother'

that night, volga bulgaria cried himself to sleep