I had a dream last night where I was showing a load of fukers around Moscow in winter, but it actually looked more like Coventry than Moscow. Although St. Basil's Cathedral was there, but instead of Red Square it was the centre of Coventry. Everywhere we went we seemed to lose a fuker, until there was only bruk left.
I was explaining to him how it wasn't actually that difficult to read Russian, and a lot of the words are the same, which is pretty much bollocks
My two examples were каток (which is ice-skating) and Кофе Хауз (Coffee House, a chain of cafes), neither of which is much like it's English equivalent.
Eventually bruk disappeared too, so me and my girlfriend split up to look for everyone. I ended up going down this tiny spiral staircase - only just big enough for me to squeeze down with my arms brushing the walls - which was similar to a staircase in a church I visited last year, but at the bottom it was summer and I was in an open-air Indian restaurant.
Sitting at one of the tables was a mate of mine from school who I've not seen for 15 years, so I asked if I could sit down. He didn't recognise me at all and sheepishly said yes. I asked if he recognised me, and he made up something about "oh yes, I remember meeting you", then I kept asking him (aggressively
) if he recognised me and in the process woke up.
