The summer of 1985.
You regret taking this job, it was harder than you thought. Not only was this man spouting out words you couldn't even understand, but his negotiation skills were..interesting.
here you were, in a hotel room you paid a night for, the sun was setting outside, you were sitting in a chair with the overly-cheerful Russian man across from you, his cuffed hands in his lap and occasionally going up to push his glasses up, a burger king bag and strawberry slushie in front of him on the coffee table.
The problem? He refused to spill, because of two reasons, one, the more obvious one, he couldn't speak or understand English, just spoke small words, very small words of English, and the second, was because you got the flavour wrong, he wanted a cherry slushie, not a strawberry one. You needed to get his right flavour and find a translator fast, a person who spoke Russian.
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