Russia

Listen. Soccer in Russia. We go. Stay in a damp hotel. There is snow and Vodka and scowling. Brown cars. Women with blonde hair. Teenage dudes in track suits with curious scabs and cuts on their knuckles and foreheads. Then the soccer comes. USA wins a game or two. Then loses. Then we drink more. We are held up at an ATM by mobsters. We are stabbed. One of us wakes up in a shabby motel missing a kidney. We steal the Firefox prototype war plane, take off from an iceberg, get back to JFK.