Musings of a Russophile: Point-of-view from under the bushes

My name is Dog. I sit in the doorway to my apartment building, dripping in the cold November rain, slowly looking up and down the street. Down and up the street. Nobody notices me. Just as well. I live in Moscow, Panfilowsky Pereulok 5, Apartment 41. It is a short street with only two apartment […]