Всё сейчас, всё скоро. Это же просто так.

Ну, так.
Things are resounding incredibly, immersing into the north of Russia and everything such. The clouds which press inland from the Baltic are of a type only possible over a sea. The air is fresh, the people speak solid Russian, everything contrives in contrast, and drinking Балтика 3 Тёмное is fucking smooth.
Half of the week after flying into LED я проводил в Репино на береге Балтика. First words with some of the people in the group inspired some alternate of great feelings, most of them are shallow tools. Deeper into the group, around 50 something, and there are a few of those which provide some great feelings to cover the loss and then some to float. Exchanged some cash into roubles, the rate has sort of thrown me into disarray with the currency. It is complex, 27 some roubles to fill each dollar, and inflation has thrown prices into some completely distraught level of randominity. Most things are over 100 roubles. and pulling cash out of ATMs is dealt mostly in thousands. Intense.
My квартира lies blocks from the center, and I am assuredly pre-Soviet. Contrasts emitting into my stretched eyes are mostly dealing with the Eastern Europeanity of Kiev striking against the красивая, intensely Russian and Westernish Санкт-Петербург blurring into focus.
Finland appeared from some sea fog over the Bay of Finland, and the shrouded scenes were drawn into focus with 4 люди, the waves the wind and some пиво. Всего пока.