Lifetime seats at the Bolshoi, huh? So, tell me what's so special about sitting in the last row in the third balcony behind a pillar next to a three hundred pound brute named Boris who stinks of vodka and snores throughout most of the performances? Is this a reason to keep my mouth shut?
Why didn't you tell me about Boris before? Don't you know that, with my connections in the old KGB, I might have managed to...um...eliminate the problem?
And exactly how do you intend to eliminate the problem, considering a fact that you probably aren't aware of--that Boris is Vladimir Putin's brother-in-law?
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