(Mikhail Baryshnikov, Russian ballet dancer, not associated with this story whatsoever, but he's the only Russian I know.)
Some dude got shit-faced, argued with his drinkin' buddy, passed out, was stabbed by said drinkin' buddy at the factory where they worked, rode the bus home, ate a honkin' breakfast, then passed out (again) with the knife still buried in his back.
Wha???!?!?!?! Does the factory know these booze hounds were imbibing while OTJ?
Oh, what am I sayin'? They probably work at the STOLI factory. Errbody's slobberin' drunk, everyday of the week.
Besides, bein'-stabbed-with-a-knife-then-passin'-out-totally-unawares...that's kid stuff! That's happened to me too many times to count.
That is some serious shit. Those Russians don't fuck around.
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