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    Meanwhile, it was a strange but fun group. Check, check, check, if you ask me. Irina was interested in me, that quickly became obvious. The shots flowed, we drank local Davidoff vodka and I probably had over a couple hours? I think I was relaxed enough, though, because the gang seemed to find me quite entertaining. A cheapo karaoke machine was brought over, and we sang a few songs. The vodka shots did not stop. We wandered down to the lake, joined by another family member, Maya, who spoke decent English and ensured that Yulia and Irina could communicate with me.

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    Went out to walk around — I brought the soiled bedsheet with me, in an opaque plastic bag. Tossed it in a bin not too close to the home stay — evidence disposed of. Slowly sipped a beer with the chicken. I later asked the one waitress who speaks English and she said I was fine, drunk but not badly behaved. I had a couple more beers at Nurzat, sadly my fave waitress was working in the attached shop and only showed her face once. She giggled when she saw me…I suspect I was pawing her the previous night, or at least Ruslan was propositioning her on my behalf. I imagine he feels the same about me… At Nurzat for the last time…not much dancing, at least not much by the fun staff.

    So we danced a couple songs, then I sat again and let my body continue recovering. The music was terrific, as usual — exotic mix. I really should try to get my hands on a mixed CD while here, gotta find someone to put one together for me. Now have figured that out. There are 3 or so letters in Cyrillic that, when written in lower-case script not typedare very different from the regular letter. I just like solving these mysteries… Went back to my new room around midnight, in much better shape than the previous night. Felt reasonably sure of not repeating my feat. Was about to settle into bed when my 3 roomies showed. But now they were back, already, and I was tortured.

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