A balding Russian man marches toward me at a quick clip. He carries an elegant designer purse and argues with the woman swiftly striding alongside him. Their quarrel whirs by my ears.
Man: Как цыганка? Как цыганка?! Moments later they board a plane to Vegas.
Woman: I’m done! Ты не понимаешь...  After March,
твоя мама  and you—you better have your own separate places.
 Like a gypsy woman? Like a gypsy woman?!
 You don’t get it…
 your mom