That is my friend Gord on the green bucket back behind the guy on the red bucket who is just to the left of the bundled old matron with the mustache chewing on smelt (or something that smelt pretty rotten). See the smile on Gord's face? Rarely does he get down emotionally, and when he does, he just needs to get down . . . to the ice. Auger in, Big Guy! Vladivostok opened its sweet arms to you and gave you some Russian good lovin'.
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