Always together then, inseparable, staying up to sneak on and catch up "Ded Moroz" (Santa), playing ice hockey and skating and rolling in snow till our fingers and toes freeze and our pants can stand up on their own being all icy, eating pounds of ice cream and drinking gallons of "kvass" (similar to root beer), measuring puddles with our own feet, sending paper airplanes of our own making from our balcony, always looking for post stamps in filatelia stores for his collection, going to grandparents on our own using subway and running wrong way on escalators to the very top, oh those amazing donuts right across grandma's apartment building!, toy fishing (throwing all toys on the floor of our room and fishing with nets from our beds all we could collect), watching old war movies with toy pistols under our pillows when our parents were gone out for a movie or theater night, playing cowboys and indians, wrestling, climbing trees with almost no branches and swinging on tree limb ropes over the cliff... Roman and I.