No, I have not sacrificed my integrity and intelligence and become a socialist/communist. I am busting out my extensive Russian vocabulary in honor of my new friend Vlad. We played soccer in the park today while Lia complained about how her toe hurt. There is an awesome park right next to our building pictured below.
He was a very mature 8. I asked where he lived and he told me "one of the tall buildings" and pointed across the street.
The three buildings across the street are disgustingly nice. The rent to get a 1/1 on a low floor facing away from the ocean was well over $3k a month. Not worth it unless you own a Russian oil company or are a particularly dirty politician. Anyway, Lia and I dream of going inside those buildings but they do not allow peasants in unless accompanied by a filthy rich foreigner (owner).
Here comes the conflict. I do not know which of the three buildings. Lia was harassing me because I did not ask the 8 year old I had met 10 minutes earlier in the park exactly where he lived. If you were a parent and your pre-teen brought home a young married couple that was obviously desperate for friends, what would you say? With the fact that 93% of all Russians are related to the mafia, I decided against prying into the small child's personal life. Plus, I didn't have any bribe candy on me.
The moral of this story is this... keep your children away from Lia. She has no problems using/abusing a fake friendship with a small child in order to get a closer look at some tricked out microlite stroller on dubs or some multi-million dollar condo. Also, in Lia's mind high end strollers and 50th floor penthouses are both not luxuries, but rather necessities for raising a child properly.
So much for keeping up with the Jones'. We need to get back to Nashville so that the Jones are unemployed musicians and not Russian/Argentinian billionaires.
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