I was pretty fed up with all the flights and train rides of the past few days, so I decided to take it easy and sleep in this morning. Luckily, I was alone in the Moscow apartment. No one getting ready for school, no one squealing as they climbed out of the crib. My wife wasn’t herding the squealing, half-dressed crowd either. And of course, at 8:03 the phone rings. The Oil and Gas Information Agency. Tell us about the useful outcomes of yesterday’s round table. What time is it, exactly? *- Well, in Moscow it’s already quite late. *It was hard to argue with that, so, shaking off the last traces of sleep, I mumbled something about antitrust measures. Amusingly, in the course of the article they refer to me alternately as Alexei and Anatoly. I suppose in Tyumen there’s even more time.
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