The mistake foreigners make about HR managers when they come to Russia, is that they think these kinds people will perform the same functions and services as they did in the West simply because they have the same handle on their business card.
When a Russian is trying to get something out of you, they automatically make whatever they are asking for a diminutive and insert the adjective “nimnogo” or “not much” so you get a request for…”a teeny weeny advancechick on the salariula,”
A feminine take on the masculine art of shashlik.
In addition to keeping their eyes on Sarah Palin, the Pacific Fleet keeps Russia safe from Japan and their insane cars with the steering wheel on what my British friends call “the correct side.”
Casually ask your tour guide what one says to a prisoner of war, and he or she will automatically rattle off: “What is your name, rank and serial number?”
Clearly, the burden was on me to go metric, and quite right too: only the USA, Burma and Liberia aren’t members of the global metric club, and that’s not what I call an A-list group.
Russia’s oldest fleet sails through the turbulent waters of a changing map of Europe, and an American learns a new way to pronounce NATO.
Herding 78 people through the Hermitage is a very different kettle of fish than spending a leisurely morning on one’s own at the Wallace Collection
I don’t want to reveal any secrets of the guild, but the fact of the matter is that Russia is a freelancer’s Klondike.
This would be like Great Britain having its Naval Headquarters in Galway, Ireland. So likely.
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