Mavrodи-grek had been absent at my birth exams! his magister's from IGTA (to board a plane); luckily Babushkas plus Яня were there for Natalia Vinogradskaia, whose residence on Dimo featured Julia, Misha, and Bobik (a canine who reportedly escaped mama's newly divided care) before everyone turned American... Yev to Russia for the gallery since maternal grandparents went for aliyah in Netanya/Natanya, though Baba Nina (who liked cats) had the dacha I miss and our Masha would die in Gutsville one Chicago night when I slept through an alarm for sneaking into the family room's technology. Anatoly, Sr.'s death by car accident years earlier, his wheel before seatbelts or airbags though he sewed underwear and she drove for me: "no conspiracy theories" / My feet are patrilineal (except for arches), said to be Greek not referencing Valentin bc that great-grandfather Pryanikovthat cookie; sensitivity warning! was stationed on USSR's border prior to World War II. The name cites sculpture I haven't visited...one of our grandparents' best friends retired as a typesetter for Princeton University Press; was it her father who sang opera, or could that have been Dina's? My job is redistribution and I'm trying to become a KitchenAid.