Malyshka
Sasha pushed the tea towards me urging me to drink it.
‘Nothing like a cuppa to cure all your ails, or so my babushka used to say’ He winked. As I’m about to interrogate him further about the meaning of babushka, malyshka and whatever other russian word he had been using, a rowdy group of men joined us.
‘Privet’ one of the guys calls out to Sasha who simply nodded. The men eyed me while speaking russian and smirking amongst themselves. Sasha replied to them curtly, his eyebrows drawn together.