Kostya and the Chainik
Kostya (short for Konstantin) is one my closest friends over here in St. Petersburg. We've know each other for about two years now. Last night a bunch of us were at a friend's house until 3am. Normally, I have to leave any party by 11pm to catch my pumpkin to Kupchino. If I stay out past 11, I either have to sleep at a friend's place, or pay 300 rubles for a gypsy cab home, 600 for a real cab. Kostya is the only of my friends who has a car, and it was his presence at the party that allowed me to stay out so late. Unfortunately, since I live so far away from the center, it was almost 3:30 when we got home. Kostya would have had to drive all the across the city to the North in order to get home, so he decided to just crash at my place. Ever the gracious host, I click down the couch, get a blank and pillow, and pour him a glass of water. I return from the kitchen and offer him the water. "No thanks, I already drank from the chainik (tea kettle)." Great guy, but needs some refinement.
St. Petersburg's most dedicated Metallica fan
He's the pretty one
What Kostya drank out of
PS: I'm writing this post in a bookstore that has a cafe attached. Some R&B song is playing where the chorus includes multiple uses of the words Hoes, Bitches, Nigga, and F**k. It's strange to walk around a perfectly respectable bookstore and hear this coming from the speaker. I'm probably the only on in here right now who understands.
St. Petersburg's most dedicated Metallica fan
He's the pretty one
What Kostya drank out of
PS: I'm writing this post in a bookstore that has a cafe attached. Some R&B song is playing where the chorus includes multiple uses of the words Hoes, Bitches, Nigga, and F**k. It's strange to walk around a perfectly respectable bookstore and hear this coming from the speaker. I'm probably the only on in here right now who understands.