I shuddered and turned around. Behind me an Armenian version of Gavroche… He held out a big fish, probably trout.
"Kupy riba! Karosh riba! Svezhi..." *
But a motorbike started rambling in a distance and Gavroche disappeared like smoke. The issue of supplying Dilijan holidaymakers with food, or at least with fish, was a bit clearer.

* Buy fish! Good fish! Fresh… (Distorted Russian)