Bilingual "West Jet" pilot

September 22, 2011. 10 am, Mountain Time. Flight Calgary - Toronto. My husband and I are in a very good temper - excited about our trip to the biggest city of Canada. We already on the plane waiting for a take-off, chatting about one of the hottest news - commodity market decline, wondering what our impression about Toronto would be traveling there second time after 2.5 years, reviewing our schedule, looking at the people sitting next us - in other words, doing basic stuff which most couples do, I guess, anticipating 4 hour flight and trying to fill out this time with some action. Right across the aisle, on a diagonal, I mentioned a handsome man in his middle thirties dressed into pilot uniform. Recall any classic movie about civil pilots, then, this guy looked exactly like an actor from one of this movies. Our attention switched to the pilot,and my husband and I started discussing his neat appearance and presentable uniform. Also, we noticed how good-looking this guy was, wondering why he travelled alone, et cetera. I forgot to add that, of course, our conversation was in Russian. After approximately two hours, flight attendants started offering snacks, which are available on the most "West Jet" flights for additional cost. When steward approached us, he said that we might choose any snacks for free. My husband asked why we had such a privilege. Our flight attendant answered that this was offered by our neighbor - the pilot. We asked why. The steward responded that the pilot had heard us speaking Russian; moreover, because his wife's Russian, he understands Russian pretty well. I was blushing.. Until the end of our flight, my husband and I did not talk much. I thanked this bilingual pilot saying: "Spasibo" (which means "Thank you" in Russian) when we arrived to Toronto