Ou Providenista, Our Saviour
She does it all.
And runs the car we are in with an iron fist.
Shushing the drunk army dudes, checking that errant English tourists are still on the train when we leave a station, stoking up the samovar, keeping the sellers that crowd every platform at every stop at a reasonable distance, keeping the place spotless...and generally just being Big Boss.
Providenistas rock
