My Alanian winter holidays
Knit-wear by Sella, beanie by Ney Yorker, sun-glasses by H&M
When it just started to smell like a pre-Christmas
orgy... Ok, let it be a more neutral term - a confusion...I started to panick, because I faced a real problem. To be exact I started to agonize over a problem of where to celebrate Christmas or New Year 2015, and who with. All my filthy rich friends who are currently scattered all over the world had already had plans for the upcoming holidays. Forgive me not for not being as prudent as them. And this f#cking falling ruble came out of place too which made me cancel my flight to Egypt. My friend from Munich asked me to join him in mid-December, but I hadn't saved enough money beforehand so I couldn't go (Those d#aaan Germans won't approve your visa application if you don't have at least 50 euros per day on your bank account! That's an exorbitant price tag for me! I don't have a fat purse made in f#ckin Bavaria. Come on...). So I had already made peace with a fact that I was meeting this year alone, but thank God, my long forgotten lifesafers from the Republic of North Ossetia-Alania called me up just in time.
Don't ask me why ther're 'long-forgotten', cause sh#t happens sometimes with everyone, you know and yadda yadda.
They invited me to come and I agreed without thinking.