A Russian Winter Tale
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One night Mari and I were walking through the globally warmed streets of the nightly Stuttgart, each of us carrying a bottle of beer. Earlier we had made plans to flee to the warmer regions of Europe during the abstrusely emotional Christmas time. Namely, we had planned a trip to Italy and/or Spain. That night, we had this crazy idea to spend Christmas in Finland and Russia. Come and read and see how we live through the turn of the year in the very north.