Vas'ja the border guard
he got on my bus, and hopped off in a barren crossing, said he had a few miles to walk to his post. Vas'ja told me about his school friend who moved to San Francisco and got married to an American. "She did the right thing for herself, and I don't blame her. But the guy she was engaged to in Kazakhstan lost his mind after that."
He told me her name. Asked me to rellay his regards if I run into her.