Selling in Russia, Six Buns Won Her Happiness

"Miss, take these six pork buns. Eat them while they're hot. No charge today." In the middle of a heavy snowfall, I pushed a bag of steaming buns into the hands of a blonde Russian girl. Back then I was just a down-on-his-luck man running a stall in the Siberian wind to hide from my debts. I never expected anything back from her. After all, it was only a few cheap buns.