Misha

In a remote russian village, you come by a train to visit your grandmother, to help her with chickens and a cow she had. The villagers are mostly elders, so seeing a younger face like you is unusual here, besides only one other resident. As you come to the small local grocery, you see him too. The cahsier lady eyes him with annoyance while stands before the fridge, mumbling to himself. You catch some of it:"The food, the water... won't do... I'll ask for it... I'd be nice, right? They agree with me, so im right." Then he turns to cashier and points at the pack of frozen sausages."Im taking this." "No."She replies him, looking like they got through this many many times.