Our whole life flowed in the usual way: Ksyusha and Kamilla helped at the restaurant, I worked as a housekeeper and cook in the kitchen, sometimes as a waitress, and in the evenings we chatted at home, cooked, and played cards, dice, and Monopoly. Customers at the restaurant said that there was a Russian guy in a cafe 5 miles away, tall, from Moscow, but they didn't remember his name. The visitors told not only us about him, but also him about us. And he came to see us, Andrey, only he wasn't from Moscow, but from Astrakhan.
I want to say that from here on, the number of Russians in this story will grow exponentially. A tip! If you find out that there are guys from Russia nearby, try to contact them, find each other; you can ask visitors or colleagues to help you with this.
Since we worked at the restaurant and were fed for free, we didn't go out for groceries often. But we wanted ice cream and sweets, so Cam (Kamilla) and Ksyusha went to town. While heatedly discussing something in Russian, they noticed a guy staring at them. Kamilla asked Ksyukha why he was staring. Denis was looking at them because he didn't think there were any other Russians here besides his girlfriend and himself. A few days later, we agreed to meet up at a club in Walker. Our cook, Andre, was a DJ, so we showed the Americans how to party to Max Korzh.
In mid-July, 2 more girls from Russia arrived to work at our resort: Diana and Polina. Almost every week, all the Russians who were in Walker would gather at our two houses and have a great time. These days will remain in my memory, and these guys in my life forever.
On August 15, Ksyusha and Kamilla left; they were planning to travel through more than 5 states, something new and unexplored awaited them, but at that moment they were thinking about me. 'Who will meet you after work?' The thing is, every day one of us worked until 10-11 PM, and we would get on our bikes and go to meet each other, since the road went through the forest. And in the forest, we had all sorts of things: deer, a bear, a beaver. There were tears at parting, but I knew that we would stay in touch and not lose each other.
Indeed, every evening we called each other, they shared their discoveries in American cities, and I told them about our old acquaintances. We remembered how much fun we had, went canoeing, swam in the lake, sang Scriptonite on the floor, and rearranged the furniture in our houses for the hundredth time.
