The Russian mob makes a move on me

Despite asking for a single room, I got stuck inside a double at my dorm. Well, my better half moved in today, a guy from Russia who is still learning English. Oh, the fun we'll have! He actually seems like a decent guy, although the language gap is pretty big between us. Between my non-existent Russian, and his sketchy English, I think we're bound for wacky linguistical hijinks. The most interesting thing so far, though, is the fact that this guy apparently has money to the ceiling. And given the fact that our room is in the attic of this building, that ceiling is pretty damn high.

To wit: Today he asked me if I had a laptop, and I sniffed and told him, no, I do not. He replies that his Russian laptop doesn't work in England (apparently he could find a Communism/Capitalism converter; I guess we're on a different system over here ). His solution to this quandary? Why, buy another laptop, my good chaps!

Sucka, I can’t even afford on laptop, let alone one for each country I go to!

After this, I think he took pity on me, because he came back and offered me some of his expensive beer and pistachios, as well as free rein of his laptop.

Must be nice, ya know, being in the Russian mob and all…