Read on and find out why this may or may not have happened.
The Russian title makes this blog post seem like it may contain usefull information, but it is once again a false-hope blog. The Russian word in the title means artificial, and while I'm writing a blog with no legitimate pictures, you can at least consider whether any hope can truly be artificial. Hopefully that question satisfies the scholastically inclined readers of this blog, and I can now move forward with wasting time describing events that you most likely don't care about.
I think that my average time spent per blog is something like 7 seconds. Most of the time if there isn't immediately a funny picture or attractive sentence I will stumble myself out of there pronto. On considering this insight I'm going to return to the beginning of my blog and spice up the opening sentence.
That will ensure readers don't slip away, and it will also make my Mom go "Ohhh that Kevinnn." You know how mother's are.
Anyhow, these posts usually contain at least a marginal amount of information, and that is what I plan on providing now. Yesterday was quite a slow day until the night, when we decided to find a Soviet themed restaurant that Bergy found on the internet. It took us about an hour to find the place which, it turns out, wasn't actually the real place. The restaurant that we went to was a Lenin themed one that had easily the highest prices I have ever seen in Russia. Meals ranged from 5$ for tiny appetizers to 12$ for full meals. It was a sweet place though, they had live music and a manikin figure of Lenin. That's really all I ever wanted.
Previously that day, a few of us also had the chance to accompany some of our Russian friends to play volleyball. The team that we played was composed of high school students from the missionary school in St. Petersburg. It was cool to hear a lot of English again and, though I'm slightly embarrassed to say it, the games were really close as well. Some of the 7th and 8th grade girls were quite athletic though, we ended up winning two out of the three. It was not easy though, most of the games were within five points and the Russian style of play was quite aggressive. Nikolay, a Russian students who speaks perfect english joked that they played volleyball like they used their software--everything was illegal. It was a good time being physically active though, and who would have thought that high school volleyball skills would be useful in later life.
This post actually turned out quite long, maybe it's not so useless after all. Here's a picture for those who just look at pictures in blog's and don't read them (me).
This mirrors our game almost exactly--aside from the fans.
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