Ever have that one guy you just cannot stand pop back into your life?
The Czar has his, all right. Guess who showed up? Our old college roommate, back when we attended the Marine Academy of St. Petersburg together. Figures the Czar would get stuck with an obnoxious, crazy-drunk underclassman.
Anyway, he disappeared for a whilewho knows if he even graduated the Academy. One doubts it. But he got into his Mongolian phase where he sent us some goofy letter about turning into a God.
Finally, after convincing him we were way too busy to see him (the Czar hung out in our room for two days, eating room service), he wandered off and frankly we saw little of him. Out of sight, out of mind.
Then we got this phone call, mid-afternoon today. Someone is in the lobby, running up a huge tab at the bar, and basically falling off the stool demanding to see us. That the whole thing would be comped. Oh yeah?
By the time we got down, there, whom should we find? Roman, passed out drunk. Anyway, he has this goofy platoon of Chinese slaves out front, squatting in the front lawn. There are about six Mongolian officers, badly stewed, threatening the Tcho-Tchos in the restaurant. Who the hell knows where Volgi is, and Mandy tells us Hes your problem, not mine.
Well, we got Sleestak, and the two of us dragged him out and rolled him down the front steps of the Castle. We asked Inetef-Te-Henqet not to let him back in. Sure as shooting, about nine oclock tonight, we get complaints from some of the Castle guests that Roman is out front whipping the slaves and holding military tribunals. Eventually, he fell asleep under a tree where the Tcho-Tchos did this to him.
This jackass has overstayed his welcome long before we even knew he was here. No, the Czar cannot stand this guy, but he is totally convinced we are his only friend. Some whole crazy badly treated autocrats bond. So what do we do? Your thoughts are welcome.