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Saturday, 20 August 2011
I don't speak Russian.
Around 1am last night there was a knock on the door. Roman was there. he grabbed my hand and shoved a crinkled piece of paper into it, ranting in Russian. I told him ENGLISH, Roma! But he didn't hear me. The paper was ... crreepy.
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