WHAT A FANTASTIC STORY. ABOUT ME.
HOW I MET KSENIA by Aditya Thakur
As I was walking down the road, the snow fell gloomily all around me and I ran into Ksenia.
"Hey Ksenia!" I said, "What are you doing here?"
"Who are you?" she asked and scanned me from head to toe.
"Oh, I'm a big fan of yours. I follow you on Twitter."
She wore a tight black leather jacket over a flimsy pink tutu and colorful striped socks with flip flops. I shivered just thinking about how cold her feet must be.
"You are shivering my dear. Come inside and have a drink."
She led me down the snow covered pavement and around some concrete buildings. The light snow cracked and crunched under my feet. We climbed down some stairs and came up to a small dark door.
"Here we are!" She fiddled with a thousand keys to get the door open.
Her apartment was tiny and dark with a low hanging ceiling that seemed to bear down on me with malice, seeking vengeance for some wrong I did to it in some other life. There wasn't any furniture except a small bed in a corner and a round wooden table and two wooden chairs in the middle of the kitchen area. Thankfully there was a stove with some wood burning in it and the hut, I call it a hut because it felt like a hut, was warm.
"What would you like to drink? Coffee or vodka?"
"Both it is then!" She let out a joyous laugh. She moved around swiftly inside the hut. Her tutu swayed with her hips and her flip flops slapped her heels. I sat down at the table thinking about what to say next. She put a kettle on the stove and slammed a bottle of vodka on the table along with two shot glasses.
She poured the vodka and raised her glass, "To Mother Russia!"