At the house of swank, the newly Christened King of Booty -- Sully -- is shaving in front of the mirror. Tatiana is presumably showering (unless it's a murderer in there I don't know anything about). Sully asks whether she wants to go out on Sunday. Sully, man, have you lost some weight? You're looking good! Tatiana says that she has to work. Sully asks why she's working so much. She says that it's all about the Benjamins. Wait, she's a waitress, so I guess it's all about the Washingtons. Sully complains that they haven't been out in weeks. Tatiana keeps poking her slick head out of the shower. Sully grumbles. Tatiana yells for him not to talk to her while she's in the shower. Sully laughs, because he must like being emasculated like that, and takes his robe-wearing self into the kitchen. Suddenly, the apartment door is unlocked and a teen walks in with a dog. Suddenly, we've entered Kafkaland. The teen casually walks to the fridge and drinks some orange juice right out of the carton. He glances at Sully and says, "What's up?" Tatiana walks in. Oh man, even I'm uncomfortable. The teen says he needs some sleep, kisses Tatiana, and goes off to find rest in the house where tips for omelets pay the rent. Sully gets mad. Really peeved. Ultra annoyed. But he's all wrong: He thinks Tatiana's dating this young punk, who conveniently has a Russian accent and is named "Sergei." He must be related. Or maybe he's her figure skating partner. Tatiana says she didn't think Sully would understand. "That you're seeing someone else?" he pouts. No, that he's Tatiana's son. Sergei walks back into the scene for emphasis, maybe to lick the tops of muffins. Oh, Sully, when will you ever win?