IL'ja

      "Oh dolgo rod zhila tam.
        Oha ese zibet v tom zhe dome."

        Muzzy stares blankly at the young woman in the door. "Is IL'ja Nititich here?"
        She smiles and points up the narrow flight of stairs. The railing is loose.
        He ponders the hopelessness of this place: "Maybe, this internet dating's
        a dud." A perfect figure of a womanhood stands at the top the stairs.
        Her gaze is steady, "Hi Muzzy. Did you have trouble finding me?"

        "Well, I did make a few wrong turns. But, it was worth the sweet sight of
        of you." Muzzy smiles. And he gives her a gentle kiss on her cheek.
        Her perfume makes him sneeze. She laughs. They walk carefully down
        the stairs. "I would love some pizza." she widens her brown eyes.
        "Me too." Muzzy gazes back with a toothy smile.

        "Do you work out?" she squeezes his arm. "Just my daily yoga. I like to
        meditate in motion." he opens the pizza box they munch. "Meditation?
        Are you religious?" she nibbles the tip of her slice. "Life is wonderfull.
        I don't belong to any church, but do love nature." Muzzy sips his Pepsi.
        She stares into her box of Buffalo Wings and dips a wing: "So many men
        just want one thing from me. They don't think about my spirit: my feelings."

        "I love you for who you believe you are." Muzzy takes a Buffalo Wing from the
        box and dips it. "What?" she is confused and chews a wing. He smiles,
        "Some people never learn anything because they understand everything too
        quickly." IL'ja shakes her long black locks back, "I know who I am." He laughs,
        "Of course! You've been with yourself a long time. But, isn't there more you'd
        like to know?" She narrows her eyes at Muzzy, "Like what?"

        "Everything. Your opinions and tastes. Why you believe you know who you are."
        he chews on the crust of his slice. "How do we discover this new person?"
        she sips her SunnyD. "Simple we learn by talking and doing. You can't say
        you have will power, if you don't know what your resisting." Muzzy dips his
        Buffallo Wing. "Oh. And where are we going with this?" IL'ja shoves Muzzy.

        "Just openning a way of selfperception. So much of what we know has little
        to do with who we are. When will desire be allowed?" he takes another slice.
        "Ok. Fellah. This is just a date. Not a social experiment. No monkey business."
        "Ever put ketchup on your ice cream?" he smirks. "No! That's awfull!" she makes
        a sour face. Muzzy buys some chocolate ice cream and puts ketchup on it.
        IL'ja tastes it, "It's good. Different, but yummy."

        And so begins Muzzy's first date with his willing student.+