— Where's Svetlana? Or should I say, the future Mrs. Kevin Rawley?
— She broke up with me.
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— What happened
— I don't know. I'm still trying to make sense of it myself. We were having some street food outside a government building in Bulgaria and I said, ''Hey, you want to get married?'' And I took out a little piece of string and I tied the twine around her finger, and she just... She threw it on the ground and said no. Or nyet, 'cause she's Russian. She caught the next plane out of there. Adios, Kevin.
