The Asians are coming!!

The entire population of china is moving into my hotel. Every morning, one excited tour group at a time, little by little, they are all moving here. Every morning, I fight my way through the clusterfuck of Asians. They flood the lobby, perusing the free Internet, waiting to turn in their passport into the group passport collector, they bring their own gallons of drinking water. They are everywhere. This morning, before going to work, I go to print more surveys. A guy who knows a guy who knows a guy (a friend of one of the project workers, who helped me find sex workers, here in Moscow. Funny thing, his phone number is the same as the project coworkers, which I have saved in my phone from like 3years ago) promises to print it for free in his office. He called me yesterday and spent a very long time elaborately explaining where he is, that I got annoyed and agreed to meet him at 10. Turns out I was going to the wrong train station, as he called and told me he was already there, not where I was going. I was late, but he was super nice about it, and so ice in general, I immediately was not mad at him for sending me to the wrong place. from the subway station, we walk to the office "10 min". The problem is, much like the Asians, the rains have descended onto Moscow. And Moscow pavement is not level, so the streets turn into rivers and lakes and seas, which I am having a hard time jumping over. I'm following the dude, who turns around every 2 min to make sure I'm still there. I realize I am following a stranger, a man I've never met before in unknown direction. Under any other circumstances this would be considered unsafe. The man, Senil, is Pamiri, like my coworker. Pamir is a mountain region in the east of Tajikistan. It borders Afghanistan and a little china. This where the Khiber pass hides the Taliban fighters, this is where democratic resistance hid during the afghan soviet war. Pamiris are slightly different from the rest of Tajikistan. Their language, although Still part of the Persian language family, is more similar to Pashtu, a dialect of afghani. They are Ismaili Muslims, more closely related to Shiite than the rest of Sunni Tajiks. They value higher education for both sons and daughters. They are less religiously conservative (meaning, they do not take their daughters out of school after 4th grade). Senil sells sim cards for beeline (a mobile company in russia, Ukraine, Tajikistan,...and oh yeah, now Laos), he calls himself a dealer. He is being super nice, when I use up all his paper, he runs out to get more. He offers me coffee, he gives me a stylish beeline bag to carry my crap. Then, he pays for my ride it's his limitless subway pass. At work, it's a bit of a lull. I don't get too much done. I eat lunch with the director, his wife, and the technical dude. This apparently happens daily and I will need to come up with a new strategy as people as getting suspicious of my daily 'lunch' of tea. Sadly, my quick glance at the menu revealed multiple meaty products, some think I'm out of luck. People keep coming into my 'office' wondering what the hell I'm doing there. I get driven home, in time to watch the elections.