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I really love it when people blast music out of their car stereo on a sunny, warm day. Especially when that music is a …cheesy Russian pop tune! A sweet limo driver, parked on Broadway and 50^th, was surely enjoying himself. Just around the corner, another Russian car service driver was in a less enjoyable state – busted by a meter maid and screaming obscenities that best be kept unstated. Sad! Early in the morning, similar passionate oratories could be heard in my neighborhood, when a meter maid does her rounds near a Russian car service there. Things like “Shameless cunt” don’t sound nice in Russian. Tolstoy would be devastated by such application of the rich and lucid mother tongue of his; I, on the other hand, take note, waiting for a time of a public outburst when I can use such expressions appropriately.