I could devote a whole WTH subset to strange Russian occurrences. Today's latest is as intoxicating as.....well, as a shot of vodka. (For the record, I prefer to drink Diplomat. Damned hard to find in the States, though. But if you can get your paws on it....enjoy!...and please call me.)
"We were drinking," the protagonist of our tale - Yuri Lyalin, an electrician from a small Russian town - proclaims, "and what doesn't happen when you're drunk?" Good question, moy milyi drug'. I have had many drunken evenings over the years - often due to vodka, my genetically predestined Vice of Choice - and I have woken up with odd bruises, scuffed clothes, strange men (...I kid, I kid! ....), but never with a knife in my back.
[Stops to make sure that this is true.]
Good. No knives protruding from my back (a bit surprising, really). Moving on then.... What the hella!? These guys were drinking on the job!! I hope to God they never show up to wire my flat in St. Petersburg, because if you're drunk enough not to notice you've been stabbed by a friend....well, you're probably too drunk to be playing with electricity, da? I've gotta say, though - this story is a testament to the value of enduring friendship. Most times, when a friend, er, knifes you in the back, it signals the end of the relationship. Not so for these two .... although one hopes that the phrase isn't always taken quite so literally.
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