There was also a story, a cousin brother with a wife from the village came to us in Moscow, to host a little. First we went to the Kremlin. The first call: “We are here on Mochova Street (not Mochova Street), where is the Kremlin here?” and “The fact that it is well seen from this street, I will be silent.” But the second call just got me: “We came down here in the subway, what number of train to wait for us?”and "

Anyone arriving in Moscow must immediately begin to navigate in it.
Especially if he had a relatives from the village, so we laugh "his wickedness"and along and across.

I wonder why they don’t like Russians.