Men in uniform on every corner, dilapidated streets, enormous palaces, cyrillic script.
Some borscht.
Too much vodka.
I crossed the russian border all on my lonesome. See how intrepid i am.The border guards rapped on my carriage door at 2am and barked at me in russian. The only word I knew was nyet (no). Luckily, this appeared to be the correct answer.
yep, that about sums it up.
One of the russian tsars was murdered in a horrible way, so they built this garish cathedral on the assassination site. Lovely.
Yes, that is a hot pink stretch hummer. this is a serious oil-producing west-aspiring land.
No, a car like this is not uncommon
Red bull+vodka, ruski-style
A famous palace....
... and one of the neglected streets right outside said famous palace. Me and my fellow socialists were horrified.
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