I didn't realize how close to disaster I'd truely come since Natasha had first gone to the wrong airport and I later found out that non of my cards work in Russia, so I had to live off of the cash I brough over. Oh, and "Parle vous francais?" were litterally the first words out of her mouth. She spoke no English and my Russian is less than brilliant (we won't even speak of my French) so she would often call her son to translate.
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