Hooray, Kostia and I have got a place lined up in St. Petersburg, and we can move right in when we get off the train next Sunday night. The only bad thing about it is that it is in the zhopa, which is Russian for “the middle of nowhere”. We’ll be on the far northwestern edge of the city and will have to take a bus to the Metro. But the building is a newish one and the flat looks nice and spacious (for a one-room) and new and not at all Soviet.