As usual Katy and I got a glass of vodka at the hotel bar before heading out for dinner. First our bartender flirted with Katy. He asked her if she had any connection to the town in America that is the same as her last name. He lingered by her side peppering her with questions. Then an older businessman came in and immediately started gesticulating at her and shouting across the bar in Russian to her. As we were leaving he offered to take her out on his boat on the Neva river and told she was an 'icon of beauty.' I just had some greasy man stare at me for half an hour until his wife and small child showed up.
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