It was with skepticism that we journeyed to the supermarket in search of a loaf of bread.Visions from the ‘80s clouded my mind. All I could think of was massive queues in the snow and row after row of empty shelves. I feared that this was to be a brutal Russian rite of passage.
My fears proved to be unfounded: a wide selection of bread provided for a fine lunch.
One word: Fed.
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