I just friended a woman who I believe to be my Masha. We’ll wait and see. I could be wrong. It could just be some random Russian girl, petrified that some American with an even crazier last name (and former last name) has just decided to span the Atlantic and put an end to the fallacy that Russians and Americans are only fake friends.
Or, it could be my Masha. End of happy story.
I’ll keep you posted on how this turns out. If all goes well, and I don't get put on Putin's "watch" list due to my peculiar obsession with friending random Russians, then I’m going to embark on a quest to find the girl I stayed with while there. Her name is Anna.
And I kid you not when I say there’s no fewer than 10 bazillion Russian Anna's on Facebook.
Wish me luck.
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