Re: Piotr and Megan
He shook his head, indicating that he was not being antisocial all evening. No, he had made the rounds slowly, though this wasn’t exactly the sort of scenario he was most comfortable with. Unfamiliar social customs and no small uncertainty about the nature of this dancing business that did, indeed, seem to be more like people mashing up against each other rather than actually doing what he would call dancing.
“Oh am having vun. Just iz a bit strange ov place to be and things to be doing. Still though, decorations are very vestive. But umm…must say that music is not vhat I am being to liking usually. Aheh, but perhaps my taste in American music iz not being zo refined. Ve did not hear much ov it in Mother Russia. Oh but I did like…vhat vas it called. Yelvis? Vas very boisterous! Wealthy cousin in Minsk had record player and zome ov his albums.”
He smiled brightly as though this might be some proof that he was not entirely a country bumpkin. Of course this was a miserable failure. Rural Siberia might as well still be in the seventeenth century for all of the technological advancements they had there. Primitive diesel tractors were about the height of technology they possessed.
He blinked at the red head who scowled, trying to give a polite wave before turning back to Megan and shrugging, “I am…not really knowing who is…”