Crazy Fucking Russians.

So I may have mentioned, Nastyushka seems inordinately delighted that I'm back in the garage - or some utterly unrelated coincidence has made her slightly less talkative while I've been on stage. I suspect, actually, the latter - I'm pretty sure her baseline hasn't changed much, just that it's easier to talk in the garage. And while I was on stage she did beat me with a rolled up newspaper *and* a pair of drumsticks, which are signs of affection.

But tonight, she came and said "Why you no say me 'Happy Valentines Day' yesterday?". So I looked at her, and blinked, and said "Nastyushka, I'm a married man!". And she proceeded to beat me over the head with a pen and point out that if my wife doesn't mind that we go for drinks together after work, she's unlikely to mind if I say "Happy Valentine's Day". So I *think* beating me over the head with a pen *while* petulantly demanding an explanation for my lack of Valentine's Day wishes *and* justifying her own lack of such by saying she forgot is, by Crazy Fucking Russian standards, practically a proposal of marriage.

Or not. I'm completely confused. But remarkably OK with that.

Also: English words that are difficult to explain to the hot Russian acrobat you have a hell of a crush on include "intimate". I ... didn't even know where to start. And "Let me show you" seemed like a bad idea 3 feet away from a 30' drop.

jai.
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