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While Eric was telling me his story about the neck scarf, while I talked to Grisha’s wife and Grisha himself, the café completely filled up. That’s Moscow for you! Even the most uninteresting café, with the dullest interior and selection of drinks and food, is still packed on a Friday night. It was becoming smoky and noisy. Eric was saying something to me periodically, I didn’t listen, only nodded and smiled in response whenever I knew that he was finished telling another joke or punctuated another thought. Max was supposed to arrive any minute.
I heard the door open behind me for the umpteenth time. I turned around – another joyful young couple had come in. It must have started to snow. The man and the woman had small snow mounds on their shoulders. Joyously and loudly they dusted th
