Siberia
The three of them were visiting Taiga in connection with
their kitchenware business, and told me that they would have
to take some documents to their boss.
Boss? What sort of corruption were they involved in?
Were they mafia? The ‘kitchenware’ business sounded suspect
to me. Igor seemed a nice enough guy but he had a
mischievous air about him.
I let things take their course and ended up at the boss’s
house, only to discover that she was an attractive woman.
Her husband, moreover, turned out to be a policeman. My
fears proved to be groundless. To cut a long story short the
boss and her husband seemed to like me and asked me if I
would stay there. I enjoyed dinner with Olga (the boss), her
English-speaking husband, beautiful Volodya and their quiet
son, Vitalya. We had borscht, chicken thighs, potatoes, salad,
home-made jam and none other than Camus brandy!
“Delicious! But not vodka!”
I was back on the road. I was back in the Russia I knew,
the real Russia.
(from "Against the Wind" - Poolbeg Press)
