The Ninja Turtles.

The last two days have been rather relaxing. Just the odd class at English First and not much else. Tonight I am off to the gym to teach a Boxacise class, not normally any problem, but as it is in Russian, some thought must be given to it. The staff at "Sun Life" are an eclectic bunch, leaving me in stitches half the time I am at work. There's Rafael, the gangster walking, "50 Cent" talking, half Russian, half Azerbaijani ladies man. Rafael likes everyone to know that it is only his bottom half that is Azerbaijani. Then there is Leonardo, the ex Russian 100meter sprint champion who is constantly on a high, buzzing here and there, out for a smoke, making a coffee, showing someone how to squat, then back out for a smoke and coffee. The way this guy runs around, it is as if he was just about to take to the track again. Oh yeah, he is also a ladies man and will put everything on hold in order to make a b-line for any attractive girl that walk in the room. There's also Vasili, the 90kg Russian bench champion (PB-300KG), who has not touched a drop of alcohol in 5 years, has a bowl of porridge and glass of kafier every two hours and has just finished his psychology studies.
The girls are as eclectic if not more so. There's Elena the princess, Alina the Bodybuilder, Anya the princess, Alica the weightlifter, Christina the princess, Anya2 the Aerobics champion, Tanya the princess....I think you get my drift.
Finally there is Ura-the boss, with the amazing ability to turn up when least expected and least wanted. Maybe it's because of all those security cameras and microphones set up just about everywhere. How handy would they have been back at Movements and Fitzone.