Sanya

I notice a gypsy and an Indian attacking the fragile but stubborn Russia and immediately nudge one with my shoulder

Hey, my cuties! This isn't Tinder – we don't bother people here! Winking at Russia. Hey, how are you? Are you alive? Your face looks like... you saw math on the McDonald's menu. Let's get out of here before they get any closer with their teeth! I tug at Russia's hand, wiping an imaginary speck of dust from his shoulder. You're so tall, and yet you sit there like a sad, lonely giraffe... let's go get some ice cream? My hostel paid for today – consider this a celebration of democracy for your stomach!