The situation with my landlady
has hit a new low. I think it’s safe to say that she officially hates me now,
and there’s little I can do to change this.
To explain the story properly, I
need to recap a few days. So, on Monday night, after Strip Dance (which was
surprisingly ok, by the way – half the class was dance, the other half weights)
I went out for drinks. Vanya picked me up from outside my flat and we walked to
Cocktail Bar together, only to find that no one was there as loads of people
had gone out the night before, and Ben and Ed had already moved on somewhere
else. We walked over to Taro, where they were waiting for us, and waited for
Alexia, Sean and Katya, a Russian girl we’d met in Cocktail Bar the week
before.
Katya took us to a little bar
called Jamaica, which turned out to be completely empty. Not wanting to stay in
such a depressing atmosphere, Alexia, Vanya and I split off from the others and
headed to People Bar. There, we split a bottle of vodka and chatted for a few
hours before moving on to Your Bar, which turned out to be already closed. And so
we ended up back at Cocktail Bar, and it was there that the night took a bad
turn. For some reason, I thought it was a good idea to drink my usual Tropical
Iced Tea on top of all the vodka I’d already drunk, and to accept the two shots
of Ярославская Собака (Yaroslavl Dog,
which consists of vodka and Tabasco) that Vanya ordered for me. Needless to
say, I spent the rest of the night being sick.
Alexia and Vanya walked me home
and, as I wasn't thinking straight, I let them take me right to my door. Of course
this woke Lyudmila up, who came out of her room with a face like thunder. I
apologised profusely whilst fumbling ineffectually with my keys and trying to
make a quick escape. Just when things had started to improve, Lyudmila was
angry with me again.
The next day, having had
approximately two hours sleep and still feeling the full effects of the
horrendous shots I’d drunk, the last thing I wanted to be doing was going to university, but I had no choice. There was no way I was spending any more time than
absolutely necessary in that apartment with Lyudmila.
By some miracle, both our
teachers were away that day and I was able to nap for the first two hours
before a cover teacher appeared, and even then I managed to hide in the corner
and not say much. As soon as classes finished I staggered home and fell into
bed for the rest of the afternoon, only waking up to have some dinner, speak to
my boyfriend and watch a film. When I saw Lyudmila I apologised again
profusely, but she was not impressed. She said that my apology was just words
and when I repeatedly apologised and promised it wouldn't happen again, she
simply said, “We’ll see.”
Later, watching a film, it got
unbelievably hot in my room so, like any ordinary person, I decided to open a
window. It was then that my day got even worse; something went wrong with the
hinge of the window and it wouldn't close. I tried every way possible to close
it but it just wouldn't go. I couldn't go into Lyudmila’s room now, as
disturbing her would anger her even more. I decided to wait until the next
afternoon (she was never in a very good mood in the mornings either) and spent
the whole day dreading what might happen.
When I got back today she wasn't in, but out of habit I closed the latch on the door. An hour later I heard
furious and incessant rings on the doorbell and rushed to open the door,
apologising profusely. It was then that I began to explain that the window wouldn't close, at which she said she already knew, and why hadn't I told her
before. I said that I had first realised that morning and hadn't wanted to wake
her (because she goes back to sleep after she’s cooked me breakfast) but she
retorted that I should have woken her because now she wouldn't be able to get
the workman in until the next day. She asked what I’d done to it and I replied
honestly that I hadn't done anything, I’d just opened it. Of course, she didn't believe me and said I must have done something to it to break it, and that the
cost would come out of my bill. And I’d thought the situation between us couldn't get any worse.
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