The suburbs of Sacramento - Rancho Cordova. A small pizzeria in a not very prosperous area. They are mainly black, Mexicans and our immigrants.
After several years and loss, the owner of the pizzeria changes. The name of the pizza and its style are also changing. The new owner is our compatriot, Armenian nationality.
After evaluating the substance of the situation, the new boss replaced the suppliers of pizza, instead of Negro - became Vietnamese, Spanish speech was heard in the kitchen, and the seller with service began to speak with a heavy Slavic accent. But this innovation did not stop. A new marketing progress was the fact that a large or average ordered pizza in the Russian language, the price of which was on average 13 backs was offered at a round price in Russia.
10 backs and two litre bottles of lemonade, instead of one.
Hearing about the new service with priced prices began to pull up and our people, who usually strictly save on everything. I also don’t lick shirts and once a week I stop picking up my wife for dinner after work pizza. After all the slides under the sweaters, pelleters, strawberries for the holidays wanted again something simple, so that the wife rested and did not cook. I arrived around 6 p.m. yesterday and ordered. As usual, I waited eight or ten minutes. At this time the owner goes out of the office with someone, speaks Armenian, saw me - on my rose is written, where I was and immediately, as in the Caucasus, greeted me in Russian, asked how life, thanked me that I appear here often and reminded me that the choice of lemonade has increased by some other varieties.
At this time, the door to the pizzeria opens from the street and a healthy two-meter frame collapses. The Negro. In one shirt. With falling pants and a bite of paper in his hand. My first thought is to swear again, not to steal. But something happened that I did not expect.
In broken Russian, this semi-divided frame pronounces, waving a piece of paper: "Private! Aden balshow pizza for the djsat backs!” It’s pretty much skiing.
I could not withstand and stumbled. Looking at me, the Armenian owner and his acquaintance struck. The Negro looked at us and nervously re-read the phrase in broken Russian. The owner of the pizzeria, continuing to rust, interrupted his attempt to stumble on the great and powerful and already said in English:
“Well, not bad to start with, as I promised, you’ll get a pizza for 10 backs. And if you can pronounce this phrase without a pencil or paper, next time you get it for free!"
This is how America learns to communicate in Russian.