"Well.... There it depends where you live. I was farther up North, on the eastern coast. I lived in a small, and unknown village on the waters edge. So it was always freezing, and moist. In southern Russia, it is still cold, but there is less snow, and it is warmer." His accent thickens, and he sighs. "Still not a very nice place. Plus, the communists constantly running around, preaching their ways are very annoying... Then you have the current Tsar, what a jerk." He takes a break and yawns. "All in all though, only a Russian can understand the beauty of the motherland."
"You approached me, and I was already having a rather talkative day." Dimitri signals over the waiter, and ignores the look he gives his burns. "I'll take a cherry pepsi, large pepperoni and bacon pepsi..... And spaghetti..."
"S-sir, you can't come in here with no shirt on... You will s-scare the other gues-s-sts-s." The waiter writes down the order anyways, and turns to the girl. "How about you mis-s-s."
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the longer the sentence went on the more horrified/interested I became.

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Man, I wish I had saved these. Biggest regret of my life.




More war, please.