1/2/2022
The trio in the musty, Rusty Twinkie was beginning to get to know each other. Spending 5 days in a mechanical, junk food conveyor and evenings at farm stays or mom and pop motels, conversations about each other’s lives started to circulate. Using Nina as the springboard for all information exchange, a brief look into each other’s past revealed intrigue. It seems that quiet Andrei was at 1 time, a ballet dancer that traveled the east coast of the northern Pacific representing Soviet youth in theatrical performances. A knee injury and political change had halted his career many years ago. Welding became his career backup and finally he chose self-employment by hiring himself and his Rusty Twinkie out to anyone who wanted to cruise around Kamchatka in a rolling love seat. Capitalism exists within communism as long as you pay the Man. It seems that Nina was born and raised in the European USSR and being an independent woman, elected to learn the English language to become gainfully employed as an interpreter. With the Cold War in full regalia and a glut of English translators in that part of the country, she moved to the far east to work for American sportsmen and engineers importing their technology to Russian outposts in Petropavlovsk. Her pride and joy was an acre plot of land that she grew some crops on. Only rich people can own homes in Russia. Known as a dacha, or summer cottage, this was a small tract of land that she bought. Unlike her government-sponsored housing back in Petropavlovsk, this little plot of earth was someday going to have her own teepee on it for her to live in. Nina fell in love with the Native cultural ways of Kamchatka and wished to live in peace on her little piece of Russia, growing her own food, and answering to no one. What Americans take for granted, other people dream of. All Vicktor could do was to speak of buying cheap American cars and then smashing them into others. Typical Yankee behavior: invent and destroy.
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