Me: *brainfreeze* "Eep! I haven't spoken Russian in a long time."
Him: *more Russian*
Me: *makes stab at Russian to say that I haven't spoken it in six months*
Him: *in Russian* "But that's not so bad. You're Russian."
Me: *in Russian* "No. I'm not Russian, but I studied it in university."
Him: *VERY* confused.
Me: "It's very nice to meet you, my name is Sachi."
Lynn apparently told him that I was Olga, the *actually* Russian girl who works here. Poor kid was horribly flustered and all but ran away. He was also convinced that, since I am not Russian, I could never remember the name Yevgeny. Dude, I grew up at Kripalu. Yevgeny is a freaking *normal* name by comparison.
Lynn's rationale for the mixup?
Me: "Lynn! I'm not Olga!"
Lynn: "But he was cute!"
Sort of wish he hadn't been so totally mortified by the whole experience so that I would have had time to brain-switch into Russian (I'm always afraid to speak without properly doing that, because I know I'll randomly grab for words and probably come out saying something vulgar or completely absurd just because it sounds sort of Russian). He looked awfully jailbait-y to me (though a cute jailbait, to be sure), but Lynn thought he was older... so I will have to brush up on my Russian and find out ;)
Yay. That vastly improved my day.
-- Little Red, who is unfortunately fatally chicken about talking in Russian
Edited to add: Lynn tracked him down at dinner. He's 23.