Call Me Vlad
My friend Charlie and I were in Dubai recently and thought that we would have a drink at the bar in our hotel lobby before meeting the others for dinner. He had some white wine, and I had some gin on the rocks.
When I was sipping my second serving, the barman of southeast Asian origin asked me, ‘Are you Russian?’
Charlie almost chucked some wine through his nostrils.
I have been asked a few strange questions before, but this is a first. Now that I’m thinking about it, I should have replied, ‘Да!’