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Volkov - Marshall Bolin
Volkov
Marshall Bolin
Editors:
Elizabeth McAllister
Kai Esbensen
Volkov
Marshall Bolin
Copyright © 2021 MARSHALL BOLIN. All rights reserved.
Published by MARSHALL BOLIN
ISBN 978-1-716-14847-7
At eleven thirty p.m., as the sunset bled its last drop into the Bering Sea, I wandered into a dive bar in Nome, Alaska, called The Iditarodd Couple
. A boombox on top of the register blared warbly country songs from a cassette. White scuff-marked walls, mostly bare except for two banners advertising Michelob and Budweiser, colluded with the fluorescent ceiling lights to create an ambience in which everyone looked their worst, like in photographs taken with a bright flash. A man and woman slouched over a low-top, staring into their drinks. A pack of underage kids poked around with straws in their second round of long islands and leaned on their elbows to keep from tipping over. A dude in a safety vest who could’ve kicked all our asses if he wanted to (and probably did want to) scrolled on his phone with a pitcher of beer all to himself.
What can I get you?
the bartender asked.
What craft beers you got?
I replied, taking a stool.
We used to have one, but it didn’t sell.
Ok, I’ll have a Bud.
He slapped his palm on the laminate counter.
Bottle in hand, I took a sip and leaned over the bar, slowly rolling my hanging head. I was stiff and tired from a week of sleeping in the car. From my right, a Russian accent.
"You are from big city?"
I turned to face a man with a trimmed black beard. His pressed shirt was unbuttoned to the tip of a black iceberg of chest hair.
What gave me away? Asking for a craft beer?
"Yes, and you look curious when you come in. Only someone used to big city bars would think this place is interesting."
That’s nice,
the bartender snorted.
The Russian downed a shot of clear spirits and turned to me, wiping his mouth. I’m Matvey. He is Bartender Bill. Sharing name with strangers is dumb. Are you dumb? You look dumb.
I sure am. Dumb as they come. The name’s Charlie.
I shook his hand.
Matvey smirked. "So, I am right, Charlie? You are not from Nome? Or do you have brain injury and now shithole bar is fun adventure."
Bartender Bill looked up from polishing a glass. "What if he did have a brain injury , ya asshole?"
Then I could take him in fight if he is offended.
I laughed. Actually,
I said, You are right, Matvey. Not about the brain injury, but I am from out of town. I live in Minneapolis … Minnesota.
"Ah. I have heard of . I don’t remember what I’ve heard. Sorry. Is nice place?"
My answer to that is complicated.
Please answer another time then. How far away is Minneapolis from here?
It’s … not nearby. More than 2,000 miles away.
"Yes, not nearby. Now guess where I’m from."
I cast my eyes up and to the left, trying to gauge which of my assumptions could be offensive.
Stop with P.C.
He rolled his eyes. Where. Guess.
Hmm…. Here?
Ha. Wrong. Why would I have this accent?
OK. Russia.
Obviously.
Moscow?
Wrong city.
Um,
I ran my fingers through my hat-matted hair. The only other place I know in Russia is Siberia—and, yeah, I know that’s not a city.
What, you never hear of St. Petersburg?
Oh sure. Yep, I have. That’s where you’re from?
No. Just proving Moscow isn’t only city in Russia. You were right about Siberia, actually. My city is Yakutsk.
He ordered another shot. "Second coldest city on earth. Norilsk is colder. But they are also most polluted. So fuck them."
I pictured Yakutsk as a brutal place. I pictured him picturing me having lived a life of privilege.
"I live in coldest decent city on earth, he concluded.
What brings you to Nome in May?"
I’m on a road trip.
Yeah?
Yeah. I flew into Nome and rented a car and have been driving around these three highways that basically make up the city.
Bill the Bartender stared at me as he put another shot of spirits on the counter in front of Matvey.
OK, you say a road trip,
Matvey said, "but everyone