I was completely obliterated sitting on my usual stool at the Boarhouse. I can’t remember if it was a Thursday or a Monday. It could have been any day except I was completely obliterated. This leads me to think it was a Monday. I think about 16 cocktails into the evening I was talking to a friend of mine.
She told me, “You want a job.”
“What kind of job?”
“You want a job, I found you a job, how great am I?”
“What’s the job?”
“How does 50 dollars and hour sound?”
“Am I selling coke or heroine?”
“Worse than that?”
“Teaching English to New Russians?”
I knew the moment someone had found a job for me in Moscow, that this was the only option. It’s the only thing Russians would want with a completely unqualified college student from the United States. New Russians are Russia’s rising ruling class quickly monopolizing the business world in ways that haven’t existed in the US since before federal income tax.