After a very European night market in Anjuna, with all kind of shops, were no bargaining was allowed as prices were fixed and things were sold by so called westerners, and places to eat and drink at expensive rates, I went with Oli to a Russian bar.
As Israelis Russians tend to hang out together and pack. Obviously, language barrier is also a problem, though those I talked to had a very good English. Oli had met the owner of the bar, a guy called Dimitri. Out of all the Russians in Chapora and Vagator, and there are many, Dimitri gave the looks of an authentic Russian Capo.
The day I first went with Oli, it was Dimitri's birthday and we were invited to join the table, where we would have free food and drinks. The fish was extremely delicious by the way, and the Vodka, though I'm no expert, was exquisite. Being seated there, surrounded by Russians talking in their mother language and Dimitri organizing there and that felt like being in the middle of the Russian mafia.
They weren't opened people, only a couple talked with us, but they weren't rude either. It was a pleasant strange experience, pleasant thanks to Oli's company and strange due the situation.
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