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701 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 30, 2015
“Is it really okay for you to drink? Wouldn’t it affect your… performance?”
“I am Russian. Alcohol is water to me,” he says, dismissive.
“Really?”
“Yes,” he says with a completely straight face. “We Russians drink vodka for breakfast. We also brush our teeth with it, take a bath in it…”
“Ah, I see…and bears just wander around the streets in Russia. In the Red Square, right?”
“Yes, exactly,” he agrees, nodding. “You should come see the bears some time. They dance.”
“Hmm…” I look out the window, smiling. “Maybe I will.”
“Do you want to go tonight?” he asks. “I might even play my balalaika for you and make you tea with my babushka’s samovar.”
I look up at him, smirking. When I first met him, Anton had seemed like—well, he seemed like he had a poker up his ass. He took himself and tennis way too seriously, and he was so moody and humorless, not to mention touchy and irritable. And now…he’s so different. He’s actually kind of funny. I might even like him as a friend. Maybe it just takes him a while to warm up to people, which is exactly how I am. “You know what, I just might take you up on that. Do you have your passport?”
He taps his chest. “I always have it with me. You?”
“Yeah, I have it too. But I’m not going anywhere without having a drink first.”
“And how does it feel like to be ‘famous?’ ”
“I hate it.” She shakes her head, frowning. “I don’t ever want to be famous.”
After a while, I say, “Me too.”
“Well, there’s nothing you can do about it,” she says. “This is your job. It’s your job to be famous.”
“I don’t really like it,” I admit.
“You don’t understand. I have been doing this since I was two years old. You are right when you say that tennis is my life, but what do you want me to do? Give up? I can’t fail."
“You cannot expect him to do things you want him to do and count on him the way you want to. You should appreciate him for what he can do and not be too disappointed about the things he cannot do.”
I've never felt like a tourist here, but now I do. Somehow I feel like my stay here is temporary, like this is only a halfway place and I'm still supposed to go back to another place, but I don't know which place it is yet. Everything seems so different now. New York is always changing, with buildings that used to be something else.