Last night Roman invited us to have some real Russian food at the Russian Village on Beacon Street. Apart from the fact that the place looked straight out of a Russian Mafia film, the food and the vodka were great. We ate enough to feed a whole section, but survived. This morning I feel like I ate 5 kilos of pure butter... thanks for the invite Roman!
The problem was that after dinner, when we left, we lost Benoit. Luckily, we were able to take a picture of the scene... can anyone find him?
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I think I found him...
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