Tuesday, March 3, 2009

NYET PUSHKIN NYET

As I am not a person who likes to embellish stories, I'd swear to god, ceremonial, that everything I said here is the truth and nothing but the truth. But honestly, I'm really reluctant to tell you about this freng-benefactor of mine as his name is synonymous to Russian Mafia here in our city. His name alone would directly point and dangerously disclose my anonimity. And it would greatly embarrased them for some reason if they ever found out that I am writing about them. Suffice it to say that his name is Putin and be hidden among the babushka russian dolls together with his beautiful wife, Svetlana.


In time of needs, I always go to his century old office-building for help and never shun me. There's no need for written contract or anything but a firm shake of hands is enough. He'd just ask me how much I need and when I'd pay him back. No hesitation. And with his thick russian accent, he'd say, All the best! And I'm good to go.

Da...da...da...

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help yourself bitch.

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