THE RUSSIAN RULLETTE I NEVER UNDERSTOOD OF BASEBALL. NOR SOCCER NOR ANY OTHER SPORT AND I CANT UNDERSTAND WHAT WAS I DOING IN THAT STADIUM, WITH THE PAINTED FACE AND WEARING A T-SHIRT OF A TEAM THAT I BARELY KNEW. BUT I DO KNOW THAT SHE LOVED SOCCER, AND I LOVED HER . PROBABLY, IF SHE´D HAVE LIKED THE GAMES OF RUSSIAN RULLETE I´D HAVE PARTICIPATED ON THEM TO MAKE HER HAPPY THAT NIGHT, SHE LOST HER VOICE DUE THE SCREAMING AND YELLING TO THE REFEREE THINGS THAT I HAD NEVER HEAR IN MY LIFE BUT SHE WAS HAPPY. HER TEAM HAD WON AND HAD DECIDED TO CELEBRATE IT IN A PIZZA SHOP, IN FRONT OF THE STADIUM. WHEN WE FINISH THE MEAL SHE LOOKED AT MY EY.ES, SHE PUT HER HAND IN HER POCKET, TOOK OUT A GUN AND SAID “LETS PLAY”