Truly Russia. part2.

If you don't read part 1 first, you will be infinitely confused.
or you can just join for the pictures.

where did we leave off?
oh yeah. concerned "oh. my. lanta." eyes.

so. we just were very concerned.
and when we got onto the island, we just were very concerned as to what we were going to do about our situation.

this is my: stressed look. look at that man behind me....

anyways...
we get to this camp. and there are just millions of tents. with russians falling out of them.
my guts are twisting and turning in worry. and then, i hear this voice:
"hello." [thick. russian.] "here is a bottle of good, russian vodka."
"oh, uhm. we don't drink. we know, it is outlandish and crazy. but we just don't do it."
"just take it. one day you will need it."

danielle accepted.
then, we sat around a table. if you could call it that. it was three or four slabs of 2x4s, under a rusted tin roof. as we were sitting, conversing, eating shashlik, drinking their vodka chasers...
"which one of you girls is least scared of me?"

////silence///danielle: we all are afraid.
becky knods.
i just sit there. practically drinking the mayonnaise. [i was thirsty. and coca cola just doesnt do it.]
--that was a lie, just so you know. but their mayo is delightful--

then this man who asked was most afraid comes up to me.
and whips out a knife.
of course.
he realized that i might find that startling. ...after i sprung a couple feet.
then he said [in english. with an amazingly thick russian accent]
"i have this good job, which allows me to have this good knife, which allows me to give it to you."

so i know have a russian knife in my possession. i just need to figure out if i can get it home.