From Russia With Love
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Good Afternoon Mr. Tsapu
'It's nice doing business with you'
I sprinted through the door towards the phone, smashed in the digits and pressed ‘call’, I waited for at least twenty seconds, only hearing the dial tone. A few more seconds passed before I received the operator:
‘Hello and thank you for contacting FC Dynamo Saint Petersburg. You are calling this number because you have been referred to us as a top manager by one of our researchers. We would like to inform you about the interviews we will be holding later today, please make sure you are at the Petrovsky Sport Complex by 3.00PM. We look forward to receiving your application. Goodbye’
Well this is certainly the strangest way I’ve ever been given an interview before, but it’s all the same to me. Finally, a chance to get back into football, albeit It’s not the way I would like to get an interview, but fate obviously wanted it to happen so here goes.
I closed the door behind me, adjusting my tie on the way to the 1994 BMW sitting outside my apartment. I pulled away, heading towards The Petrovsky, only a mile or so outside the city centre. I began contemplating my future, is this it, finally my chance to get back into the game? A stepping stone to greatness, ‘Dynamo Saint Petersburg Manager’ not the greatest ring to it but I’m just happy to be given the opportunity after years of waiting. Although at this point everything I was hoping for is just a distant dream, there are still so many hurdles to overcome first, I wonder if they even know I’m English?
I pulled into the private car park outside The Sport Centre’s offices to the surprise of a cute secretary hanging around with a clipboard, she approached the car and smiled ‘Hello, my name is Ami, I am the secretary for Dynamo Saint Petersburg, we weren’t expecting any more applicants, but please follow me sir.’ I felt a tingling sensation run down my spine, I don’t know if that was the nerves or the fact a beautiful woman was talking to me. I nervously followed Ami into the reception, there were a few Russian looking men spread out across the room, two of them were sat on the leather chairs closest to the chairman’s office, one was frantically pacing up and down the room whispering to himself, the fourth was just stood completely still briefcase in hand, staring, staring out of the window towards the car park in a sort of trance. Seeing these men helped my confidence a little bit, let’s just hope when it comes to it that I can prove myself to the chairman and finally get back into football.
I loitered in the office for a few minutes until the secretary returned again, ‘Mr. Patrick, the chairman is waiting for you.’ this was it, my moment to shine, I readjusted my tie and followed Ami into the chairman’s office. I peered round the door and gazed upon a large Russian looking man with dark long hair, ‘Mr. Patrick? Hallo, Mr name is Mr. Tsapu, thank you for meeting me on such short notice’
‘Hello Sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you.
'It's nice doing business with you'
I sprinted through the door towards the phone, smashed in the digits and pressed ‘call’, I waited for at least twenty seconds, only hearing the dial tone. A few more seconds passed before I received the operator:
‘Hello and thank you for contacting FC Dynamo Saint Petersburg. You are calling this number because you have been referred to us as a top manager by one of our researchers. We would like to inform you about the interviews we will be holding later today, please make sure you are at the Petrovsky Sport Complex by 3.00PM. We look forward to receiving your application. Goodbye’
Well this is certainly the strangest way I’ve ever been given an interview before, but it’s all the same to me. Finally, a chance to get back into football, albeit It’s not the way I would like to get an interview, but fate obviously wanted it to happen so here goes.
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I closed the door behind me, adjusting my tie on the way to the 1994 BMW sitting outside my apartment. I pulled away, heading towards The Petrovsky, only a mile or so outside the city centre. I began contemplating my future, is this it, finally my chance to get back into the game? A stepping stone to greatness, ‘Dynamo Saint Petersburg Manager’ not the greatest ring to it but I’m just happy to be given the opportunity after years of waiting. Although at this point everything I was hoping for is just a distant dream, there are still so many hurdles to overcome first, I wonder if they even know I’m English?
I pulled into the private car park outside The Sport Centre’s offices to the surprise of a cute secretary hanging around with a clipboard, she approached the car and smiled ‘Hello, my name is Ami, I am the secretary for Dynamo Saint Petersburg, we weren’t expecting any more applicants, but please follow me sir.’ I felt a tingling sensation run down my spine, I don’t know if that was the nerves or the fact a beautiful woman was talking to me. I nervously followed Ami into the reception, there were a few Russian looking men spread out across the room, two of them were sat on the leather chairs closest to the chairman’s office, one was frantically pacing up and down the room whispering to himself, the fourth was just stood completely still briefcase in hand, staring, staring out of the window towards the car park in a sort of trance. Seeing these men helped my confidence a little bit, let’s just hope when it comes to it that I can prove myself to the chairman and finally get back into football.
I loitered in the office for a few minutes until the secretary returned again, ‘Mr. Patrick, the chairman is waiting for you.’ this was it, my moment to shine, I readjusted my tie and followed Ami into the chairman’s office. I peered round the door and gazed upon a large Russian looking man with dark long hair, ‘Mr. Patrick? Hallo, Mr name is Mr. Tsapu, thank you for meeting me on such short notice’
‘Hello Sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you.
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christophermcl
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Nice work so for Aannddyy, keep it up. If you're after a new title may I suggest "A Saint Among Sinners: Andy's Russian Abyss" No need to take it, just a thought. 
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when will the next one be posted?
Congratulations! Congratulations Mr. Patrick!
I staggered out of the room, a mixture of vodka and sheer surprise had knocked all sense out of me, I was in the room little over half an hour yet Mr. Tsapu gave me so much vodka I could of drowned in it, admittedly he was a lovely man and somebody I’d happily work alongside but I was wankered, a Brit could never hold his own against a Russian when it comes to vodka. I stumbled across the corridor towards Ami who was standing at the reception desk. Ami noticed my poor attempt at walking and came running over, “congratulations! Congratulations Mr. Patrick!......” she continued to talk however I didn’t really catch much, I think it’s time to stumble home and sleep.
I awoke several hours later on my sofa with a thumping headache, it sounded as if somebody was in the kitchen, a burglar maybe? Being so disorientated wasn’t a good feeling to have right now so I stayed completely still waiting to hear what was going on, it sounded as if somebody was making tea, I actually found myself contemplating, what kind of burglar makes themselves tea? The shadow of a figure grew closer from behind me, I flew up from the sofa turning in the air, and inevitably falling onto my coffee table “OUCH! Mr. Patrick that looked painful, are you okay?” it was Ami, she must have drove me home after the interview, “I didn’t mean to startle you Mr. Patrick it’s just after the interview you didn’t look in a fit state to drive home, are you feeling better?” I can tell you for a fact I felt like death “Yeah much better thanks, how long was I out?” I’ve never woken up with a massive hangover with a beautiful woman making me tea before; this was a new all time high. “Only a couple of hours, I stayed with you on Mr. Tsapu’s order, he said after he gave you the job you didn’t look so good, too much vodka I think.”
“I got the job?!” Passing out has a massive effect on my memory, I remember very little after pulling up outside the sport centre. “Yes, don’t you remember? Mr. Tsapu’s expecting you at the training ground tomorrow morning. I guess I better go now you are feeling well again. I’ll see you tomorrow Mr. Patrick.”
“Thank you Ami, and please call me Terry.”
I staggered out of the room, a mixture of vodka and sheer surprise had knocked all sense out of me, I was in the room little over half an hour yet Mr. Tsapu gave me so much vodka I could of drowned in it, admittedly he was a lovely man and somebody I’d happily work alongside but I was wankered, a Brit could never hold his own against a Russian when it comes to vodka. I stumbled across the corridor towards Ami who was standing at the reception desk. Ami noticed my poor attempt at walking and came running over, “congratulations! Congratulations Mr. Patrick!......” she continued to talk however I didn’t really catch much, I think it’s time to stumble home and sleep.
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I awoke several hours later on my sofa with a thumping headache, it sounded as if somebody was in the kitchen, a burglar maybe? Being so disorientated wasn’t a good feeling to have right now so I stayed completely still waiting to hear what was going on, it sounded as if somebody was making tea, I actually found myself contemplating, what kind of burglar makes themselves tea? The shadow of a figure grew closer from behind me, I flew up from the sofa turning in the air, and inevitably falling onto my coffee table “OUCH! Mr. Patrick that looked painful, are you okay?” it was Ami, she must have drove me home after the interview, “I didn’t mean to startle you Mr. Patrick it’s just after the interview you didn’t look in a fit state to drive home, are you feeling better?” I can tell you for a fact I felt like death “Yeah much better thanks, how long was I out?” I’ve never woken up with a massive hangover with a beautiful woman making me tea before; this was a new all time high. “Only a couple of hours, I stayed with you on Mr. Tsapu’s order, he said after he gave you the job you didn’t look so good, too much vodka I think.”
“I got the job?!” Passing out has a massive effect on my memory, I remember very little after pulling up outside the sport centre. “Yes, don’t you remember? Mr. Tsapu’s expecting you at the training ground tomorrow morning. I guess I better go now you are feeling well again. I’ll see you tomorrow Mr. Patrick.”
“Thank you Ami, and please call me Terry.”
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Sixteen hours until I had to be at the club for my first day. Wow, I guess I better get back to sleep, this hangover is killing me. I’ll revel in my success tomorrow!
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Sixteen hours until I had to be at the club for my first day. Wow, I guess I better get back to sleep, this hangover is killing me. I’ll revel in my success tomorrow!
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good story Aannddyy