Celebrating Soviet-American friendship in Suzdal. The truth is, the whole time we were there, our hosts' primary project was to get us to drink as much vodka as possible or whatever else was at hand, even first thing in the morning. Our trip to Suzdal was no exception and finding our way back to our bungalow after a night of cavorting in an inn would probably be quite an adventure if I could remember it. Kostya, me, Yuri, Andrej. The guy in the suit with his back turned is a friend of theirs who specialized in singing nostalgic Russian songs like Myetelitsa and Berëza. Actually we were all singing them (Gee, I musta had Russian lessons!).