'What does 'Lyubov' mean?', asked the boy who was smoking next to me pointing at the lighting sign of the bar.
'It means love,' I answered.
'Oh, what a great name for a bar! Can I buy you a drink?'
Three drinks later we were kissing under the sign. Three hours later he took a taxi to the airport.
'Did you have fun,' asked my boyfriend in the morning after.
'Yeah, I kind of did.'
'Where were you?'
'In a new bar called 'Lyubov.'
'What a dumb name for a bar.'