A dangerous game

Before fall break began yesterday, I agreed to a “serious” bet with another bored student. We bet over who could produce a more reliable translation of a random passage from Maxim Kononenko’s Vladimir Vladimirovich (TM), as selected and judged by professional translator. The prize is preservation of dignity. If I win, the other student will have to wear the Hyperklyukva Shirt of Shame* in public for an entire day. If the other student wins, I’ll have to write a review for either Putin fanfiction, one of those crappy Russia-themed romance novels, or Putvedev romance-fanfiction (the decision is his). I have until the end of fall break to write the translation.

Wish me luck. 😉

*T-shirt featuring the semi-complete klyukva collection of bear, red star, hammer and sickle, ushanka, St. Basil’s Cathedral, matryoshka, tank, balalaika, bottle of vodka, and of course, shirtless Putin. Specially designed for maximum humiliation.



  1. ” …or Putvedev romance-fanfiction… “


    OTOH I want to scream “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”. On the other – well, this is the Net. Rule 34 knows no exceptions.


  2. From here:

    “Oh, and by the way, about that fall break translation bet I mentioned a few days ago: the results are back…

    Yaaaay! “And there was much rejoicing” (c).

    How about pics of if not the defeated student but of the Hyper-Kltykva T-Shirt?

    P.S. And now for something completely different. Namely – “fake” (rus. “бутафорская”) klyukva:


    • Alright, so I tracked down the student (K.M.) again.
      J.T.: Hey man, can I take a quick picture of your fabulous shirt? Not you, just the shirt. It’s for my Russia blog.
      K.M.: You have a blog, J.T.?!
      Aw heck no! Don’t stick the knife in and twist it! Let me suffer my punishment in peace.
      J.T.: As you wish. However, I have but one more request…

      Because I’m a nice person, I agreed not to take a picture of the shirt. But because you asked, I did manage to make a rough sketch of it.


      • “Perspective [art term]? What the heck is that?” (c)
        I didn’t design the shirt (I forgot who did – I think it was yet another bored student in the department. Who actually had access to t-shirt designing material – I’m so jealous).


        • I really hope that’s not the end goal of the shirt’s designer. We’re kind of troped-out at the moment.
          But that’s the *magic* of stereotypes and capitalism!


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