The XMAS Interview of DoppelgangeR

Christmas past: What are the abiding memories of christmas, which fill you with right christmassy spirit? (enchanting or annoying.)

Black CaT: Once we were making the holodez (russian traditional meat gelly) and my dad gave me an eye of a cow, and we decorated the x-mass tree with it, but our cat wanted to eat it and almost knocked the tree down. When my mom saw it she beat me and my dad with the kitchen towel.

Dmitry Flo: The smell of tangerines and Olive salad in the bucket (true soviet Xmass spirit).

The Maggoth: When I lived in LA I loved to decorate our stare case with the x-mass lights. Especially I loved that it was warm and no need for the gloves or sweaters.

Vezuka: I hate X-mass, it’s the most annoying thing.

Christmas Present: What were the best or most unusual presents you ever remember receiving?

Black CaT: That was a huge doll and the watering pot.

Dmitry Flo: What the hell, obviously the toy railroad.

The Maggoth: The black prostitute.

Vezuka: It’s this years gift, it’s the most warm thing I can wear and that’s why I am not scared of X-mass.

Xmas Future: Where will you be spending Xmas this year?

Black CaT: At my boyfriend’s working place.

Dmitry Flo: At work!

The Maggoth: With da family.

Vezuka: Alone by TV and will be eating the Cherry Cake.

Christmas Ghost Stories What is the spookiest experience you have had?

Black CaT: Once my girlfriend told me that president Putin sings the song by Sentenced 'Killing me killing you' on TV instead of the annual X-mass greetings.

Dmitry Flo: I think the best thing I will ever remember is naked Snegurochka (it’s a grand daughter of Russian Santa Claus) on the rails.

Vezuka: So, I am sitting and eating this damned Cherry Cake and suddenly there is this ghost of the male strip dancer and he wants me to stick some money in his underwear, but I don’t have a penny in the house. Owww.

The Maggoth: When I was a little my mom dressed as a Russian traditional Santa Claus and scared the shit out of me, I even climbed under the stool where my dad was sitting.

Author Mick Mercer
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