I try to give all of my stories titles in a language that feels appropriate and isn’t English.
For this story I wanted the title to be in Russian as there’s this perception in the West that Eastern Europe is cold and unfeeling, where the men only care about vodka, sausages, and bear fighting (obviously a massive exaggeration of a stereotype!).
I wanted to play with this softer emotive side that shows that there’s this younger child-self in everyone, even though they aren’t with us (‘dead’) we can still appreciate and nurture this past child by acknowledging it, especially when the child wasn’t cared for and can now be cared for by the adult person.
Basically a long way of saying “be the person you needed as a child”
So no rhyme I’m afraid!