From Murmansk to Magadan, Sochi to Salekhard, and from Kaliningrad to Kamchatka, its tentacles weave a web of hideous destruction.

You're visiting some Russian friends, and they blindside you with the unexpected question, "Do you know any anecdotes?"

There you are, coasting into the capital city on the commuter train and suddenly your morning is interrupted by a hefty man carrying an armful...

You're all ready for your trip to Russia. You know how to say "hello" and "thank you" and you've even brushed up your knowledge of Russian history...

So, you made it to Russia and you are riding the subway. Congratulations!
The next thing you need to know is How To Properly Exit The Subway, In Russian...

It's only 5 Reasons. It's not All Of The Reasons. And it might not be the Main Reasons. It is just 5 Reasons I Love To Live In Russia.

If you think that this blog is something akin to an advice column on "How To Walk And Chew Gum At The Same Time", you probably have never been in a situation...

If you think this is a post about standing in a line, then, with all due respect, you have never been to Russia.

This morning I was sitting, minding my own business, in a rather meditative state of mind, when my eldest offspring interrupted my tranquility.

If you think this is a post about standing in a line, then, with all due respect, you have never been to Russia.