Adventures in Moscow

So last night after uploading pictures to the blog at Kofe Hauz, Susan and I were approached by a man named George. George is originally from Armenia, but he has disowned that country. Now Moscow is his home. He has many famous relatives who live in Moscow. He speaks English. He began his conversation with us by showing us a two-pence coin and asking where it came from and how much it was worth. When we answered, he began telling us all about how he runs a "Com-Club" (pronounced like "come" - at this point I didn't want the conversation to continue... "come-club"... think about it). And he told us he had a website at www.comclub.ru I thought it was going to be porn, but he made us look at it. Apparently he runs an "English Communications Club" (hence the abbreviation com). He was very odd, but nice. Mainly quirky, tho. He said English was his "second life" and that he has nothing to do with Armenia. He has "strong roots in Moscow". Anyway, odd.
But the night was just beginning!
So I should have mentioned this before, but here it is: We couldn't go to the regular Kofe Hauz, because that closes at 11, and we just got there at 11, so we went farther away down a couple creepy streets ("death alleys" as we've come to affectionately call them). So we were quite a ways from the hostel and walking down poorly light streets at about 1:30 on a Friday night (Saturday morning, actually) in Moscow.
Back to the story. As we were walking past the expensive Produkti (Азбука Вкуса) we came across a woman riding a horse down the sidewalk. ! And she wasn't a cop or anything. Just some random woman with a horse in the middle of Moscow.
Then we came up to a major intersection between streets and there was a row of cars parked in front of a chic restaurant called Green (Грин, transliterally "Grin"). Behind that row of cars was another row of cars also facing the restaurant, but all with the motors running and the left blinker going. ???
Then while we were waiting to cross the street, two young men speaking highly accented English came up behind us. Then they started speaking Italian to each other. Then they started talking to me in rapid-fire Russian. I got them to switch to English; they were looking for the metro, but they were really sketchy.
Then after we'd crossed the street, we saw a car start driving down the sidewalk. Just driving down the sidewalk. Then another car started driving in reverse toward us down an alley with cars parked on both sides.
Finally when we got in sight of the hostel we just ran the rest of the way.
VERY strange night.
PS - My Skype isn't working, so scratch what I said about my being on Skype tonight.