He wouldn't have been happy shortly afterwards, when the Sundowners tour group (or the 'oldies') the people doing the same tour as us but aimed at older folks and costing bit more stopped by to sing George 'Happy Birthday' and we all joined in. After that George went to smooth things over with the Frenchies and explain that it was his birthday in anticipation of the probably rowdy night that was to come, even offering them (and the provodnitsas) some of his birthday cake. But alas, as we were to learn, their fathomless irascibility could not be so easily appeased.
After that it was time for a very special lunch. The day before in Irkutsk we'd been to the most Western supermarket we'd seen in a while, where we were able to procure most of the ingredients (or approximations of them) that I'd usually have for my favourite lunch at home: my delicious salad wraps.
Then it was time to crash the restaurant car once again and party hard.
Here's some footage from the celebrations:
A worker sitting down at the end of the station.
So that happened.