I studied English at the Ural State University in Yekaterinburg. That was the faculty of Romace and Germanic philology. Pretty nice time to remember.
Three young men in a group of eighteen pretty ladies. That was a thing!
The purpose was as simple as that. Those times, I mean the middle of the 90s, were rich with foreign oil companies invasions in Russian oilfields. The cost of interpreting then ranged from 50 to 150 greens per hour. Was quite an income, especially for a young man. So, the main reason was quite obvious. A small imperfection in all this glorious picture was that I never looked a tiny bit farther, than I probably should.
The day I was graduated, the situation was a long distance far from what I expected it to be.
Anyway, those were most brightest and unforgettable years I've ever had. No days to be sorry for.