AGAIN (former) Soviet Union (continued, Part 6) unfriendly Kharkov Ira was waiting for us near the pedestal, we met and immediately went to the nearest restaurant. It seemed to me that she was not at all happy gift, and I did not even notice the shadow of a smile on her face when photographed her with the Marina. I wanted to say: "I have traveled thousands of miles to get to your creepy cursed town, we stopped the outskirts of hell, in a room with no hot water, and you could at least make it look that happy to see us." Slightly more than my head, is not it? Half an hour later il-"ulybashka" apologized and walked away. When we parted, her face slipped past a shadow of a smile. Well, thanks for that. We immediately went to the marina to the station to prepare for tomorrow's departure to Kiev. I asked Marina to buy tickets for the very first train to quickly get out of this hell. For tomorrow the number of seats were already sold out, so we headed to the bus station where you've purchased tickets for the morning bus departing at 7 am. Again began to rain, so we went down to the subway, rode to the center and went into an internet cafe. Again the rain on my phone started playing the melody - it was a message from Victoria, she returned from work and wanted to meet us. We sent each other four or maybe five posts, and she finally found us. Victoria would like us to show us something in this gray city, but we decided that with us enough. Again we walked in the rain in the flooded streets, I was tired and miserable, I was anxious to go back to our room, read a book and then go to sleep, wake up, get on a bus and go very quickly. I am very tired we went to the teahouse "buffet" type, we have paid for Victoria. I ate, drank beer, then went outside to smoke (it was one of the few restaurants where smoking is not allowed). Victoria must be the slowest eater in the world, she slowly worked as a fork as if they were on death row, and tried in this way for a few seconds to extend his life before his execution. I've done it a few transparent hints that he ought to hurry up, and then began to openly look at the clock and just say: "It is time to go." It seemed to never end, and when the dinner-long half-life came to an end, I could not believe his luck. We left the restaurant, then long traveled to the apartment of Victoria, along the way, we bought meat, cheese and bread to make sandwiches for tomorrow. Start material: Read more:
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