The two cousins made their way towards the boarding gate, no carry ons at all. They shared a single suitcase, which held every bit of property they would own in their new lives. Andrei fiddled anxiously with his buttons, looking around at all of those who surrounded him. Business men in suit and ties of all ethnicities, making rounds throughout the world as they practice their trades. Young couples eager to leave the desolated land where their parents still remained. So many people, with so many stories. Andrei considered his story. It was one many others would not like to know.
"This piece of shit plane was made for the French, how is a man suppose to relax in such a tiny thing?"
Andrei was caught up in the plane instruction manual, where he nervously panned the safety plans he made need to know on his first flight
"Look cousin, there is giant raft we use if plane crashes in water. This is good to know, you should be reading this too."
"Aha but Andrei, what good will raft do if plane crash on mountain? Will raft heal your broken body as you slide down it? Ha!"
Boris's smile, clearly content with the bit of humor he had just conjured. He picked up a copy of Roland Barthes "Image Music Text,"but quickly set it back down due to it's lack of nude pictures. Andrei considered the thought of him burning in a fiery crash alongside his fucked up cousin, as the flight attendant made her rounds to his aisle. He shrugged off her measly offering of month old tea crackers, and leaned over to grab a bottle of vodka from her cart.
"Sir, you can't just grab that. 300 rubles or hand it back this way"
Andrei cracked the top, and chugged the entire 12oz bottle. Boris chuckled, and the flight attendant grew red in the face.
"You fucking northerners are complete savages, I recommend you pay for that immediately before you get kicked off this flight."
Andrei stared blankly at the attendant, before slowing reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of bills. He crumpled them, and one by one tossed them in the direction of the woman before him. The flight attendant collected the amount, as well as an extra 200 rubles for the hassle, and Andrei leant back. The warmth of the vodka slowly came over him, as his eyelids felt gravity play its part. He took a final glimpse of the cold russian lands around him, and slipped away to his journey to a new life.
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