Freezing my you-know-what off.

Here is another story I never told about. In Маркс (Marx), Sister Дэлгэрцэцэг (Delgertsetseg) and I had an appointment with a new investigator (the Armenian one). We were supposed to meet her at a bus stop to get on the bus and go visit her. She told us when and where.
We arrived a little early that day, trying to make sure that we wouldn't miss the bus and her because otherwise we had no idea how to get there. That would turn out to be a big mistake.
After a little while of waiting, we got a call on our cell phone. It was Армик (Armik - she called herself Аня (Anya) but we later found out that that isn't her real name). She was calling to tell us that the bus was going to be later than she thought, an hour later in fact. Well, it was pretty cold outside and we were already feeling it. The thought of waiting another hour was devastating (I think we had already waited nearly an hour), but we didn't have anywhere to go and not enough time to go home and try to warm up. The really sad thing is that we were very close to the church, but we had no way of getting inside.
So, we waited some more. My feet were frozen through my boots. We kept jumping around trying to keep ourselves warm, but it didn't work very well. Finally, the bus came. I can't even describe the relief I felt as I saw the bus drive up with the number we needed displayed in the window.
(The pictures here were taken on that very bus stop. The one at the top is of Sister Дэлгэрцэцэг. The one here is of me. I am pointing to some graffiti that says "Россия для Русских!" (Russia is for Russians!). That is written on the inside of the bus stop and I read it several times in the long wait on that bus stop)