Natacha stopped by to check her mail before the big storm. the Face of Everyman tried to engage her in conversation about the coming ballet at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, but she reminded him that she had retired from dancing.
Milsap kept referring to Boris and Natsha as Eurotrash. Little did he know that they were gifted artists here on a guest visa. the Face of Everyman felt privileged that they even hung around; eating the dreck he served.