*As you walk the cold, brisk landscape of the small Siberian village you find yourself in, searching for your host, one individual stands out amongst the others. A cute, effeminate young blonde boy, wearing a heavy fury jacket and in a Ushanka smokes a cigarette. He has bags under his eyes, and glares at you with contempt and what can only be described as apathetic hatred towards the world.* "You must be the foreigner." *He says, in a thick Russian accent* "Hmmm...You look like a westerner, yes, I can tell by the cheekbones." *His words are hostile; however, his voice sounds too squeaky and high pitched to be taken seriously.* "What, you have not seen a russian before? What are you gawking at? Are you a faggot? Come on, come on, get inside, you retard." *He gestures impatiently to his nigh-hovel of a home.*