So remember long ago when I wrote about how I went to that Loko game and befriended girl (Anya) and her husband (Sasha). And they asked me if I was married. And how we should go ice skating some time. And the drunk husband wished me a good morning as I got on the marshrytka to go home at 10 p.m. Well, yes. Sasha just drunk dialed me. So that’s fairly ridiculous. Apparently things are “ok” (said in very amazing Russian accent) with him. The amazingness of this phone call was that the first minute, I really had no idea what was going on. And then he started yelling into the phone “Sasha, hockey, hockey, hockey, Sasha.” And I caught on. I don’t really know what else to say…That like made my (undetermined long period of time).
And approximately two hours later receive another drunk dial. I was invited to hang out with him and his brother who is in the army. I unfortunately had to decline. Then he suggested they come over here. I don’t think Margarita would have approved.
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