We go out with my husband from the polling station, at the fence is a woman of 50, decently dressed, nothing predicted, shorter. Just matched with her, she immediately asks with warmth who we voted for. For Putin? No is? Right, he is a Jew! As I digest information, my husband is like this:
Wow, where were you before? Shirt, have you heard? How did we not know, we would vote for ours, not for the goy of somebody!
And he begins to sing "Hava Nagila". The woman looks around and, without turning her back to us, retreats to the corner of the house.
I'm glad to know that my husband fucking any city crazy.