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What happens to silly girls staying at work late...

00:06...Lena was calming me down, saying that all OK now and Smoky would fix the site...

...Then I started another ciggy to calm myself down and Lena went to tell the night news-writer to keep away from the admin, while Smoky's correcting our mistakes...
00:14...Then we (Lena and I) were running to Bibirevo station - I was calling Nat on the go to tell her I wasn't going home that night, and Smoky - to find out the bus-stop and the street names (I had been to her place twice before - but always went there with her, not alone). BTW, Smoky said the site was quite OK by the time!!
...At Bibirevo Lena and I hugged and kissed (!!) good-bye - well, we never been too close with her, but here and now we were like misfortune-mates for each other :-)

...I realised I had no ciggies and I was hungry. So headed straight to the round-clock supermarket at Bibirevo. Once there I thought I must buy something for Smoky and family (at least to somehow compensate for late visit), so just took a plastic bag and started to sweep everything tasty and interesting in it - yoghurts for children, fruits, pastries etc, thought about wine, but too late to take a long choice for a good one...). Can u believe - a long queue for the only open cashier? At 0.30!

...When outside there were neither marshrutkas nor buses, of course. But there were a few cars waiting. I came up to the first one and... there was a Caucasian man at the wheel!!!!! (not 'white' but someone like a Chechen or so!!). I couldn't take another one as they would be more expensive - it's not taxi, remember. So, I asked if he knew where A...-street was. He said he did and we went off.

...I remembered there should be a right turn near Bibirevo (to Konenkova-street), but he... rushed past. I grabbed the phone and started dialing Smoky - said I was in the car, nearly there... The guy understood my panic! :-) And said there were many ways to get to the place. Yet after Dmitrovskoe Shosse he started hesitating! Said he wasn't sure where to go next. At almost 1am! I said I had a map and we tried to find out where we were. Tried to ask rare people on the empty streets - no-one could tell where... (I know NOW it was easier to phone Smoky and let her explain to him - she and her husband, they have a car, both drive - but my mind was boggling by then, "kasha v golove"!)... Eventually my "Chechen" got off and stopped another car - the driver told us the direction...
...By then Smoky was sitting by window and waiting. She saw a car pulled up (by then I recognised the place happily), but... no-one got off and it drove back then. The problem was that I only had a 500-rouble note and he had no change (we agreed at 100 roub)...
...We drove slowly back looking for someone to break the money... When done at last I walked to the entrance, but didn't recognise the house until Smoky, seeing me walking past, shouted from the window "here, here, come in!"...

...It was 1-ish when I arrived!! Her husband and children were sleeping and we sat in the kitchen with our ciggies lit... She was VERY interested to know HOW and WHAT we did to the front page - although she managed to fix it quite quickly. I told what I could recall. Both were tired, of course, but I couldn't think about going to bed - my hands trembling and the old articles "jumping" before my eyes!...
...Smoky said "want some vodka?". She doesn't like wine actually and I always refused vodka before (it's "hot" and tasteless - for me). But now I said "YES!!"...
...She poured us a small shot each. Then another. I stopped trembling, hands and feet turned warm... In 15 mins we were happily chatting about the men working in KM with us, and laughing!! ;-)

...Went to bed at 3am - after 3 shots each - me with good lightness in the head. And up at 7am feeling strangely well. No hangover! ;-) Had strong coffee and I was glad to see Smoky's little ones again...

...They took me to the nearest bus-stop in their car and went to the school with the children. I was at work at 8.30! Fairly early - I usually turn up at about 10. Smoky followed me at work soon and, when Vladimir phoned to say he was ready with a new, morning, article, I REALLY enjoyed listening to Smoky telling him off for making us to do the front page last night!!
You see - it's NOT my job! Neither Lena's actually. I should have said "my working hours over, I am not going to do anything at THAT time (at 9pm)!".
AND don't care about bloody ratings!! But I'm too responsible...
Will reply like that next time. If there's a next time. Cos Vladimir WAS embarrassed. He actually could have done the front page himself - even with slow Inet. Or could have phoned the night news-writer on duty...

That's the story's happy-end! :-)
...and Vladimir sent me a "flower" emoticon on ICQ that morning, to which I replied "won't forgive u", but then changed my mind - who cares, when things done after all?!...
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