Living in Russia is weird. One day you’re like “This country’s a disaster! I want out, or at least a trip to Finland!” and the next you’re proud of how Russified you’ve become because the sleazy souvenir pusher from whom you were buying some Christmas gifts from didn’t switch into English upon hearing you speak Russian, and because you bought ice cream from a street vendor and ate it outdoors when the temperature was below freezing.

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