Call Me Vlad

by Chikashi

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!’

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