We went to Sidebar; not only did they allow us to stay, but the barmaid served Zhanar a glass of water. I had a couple of beers and some chicken fingers. Zhanar switched between exhausted, barely able to hold her head up and alerted to all the noises and smells. I fed her bits of french fries and let her lick the sauce from my fingers, which I'm sure she found unexpectedly spicy. She is, without a doubt, taking lead in the story of my life, and I'm grateful that it's finally happening once and for all.