Scaramouche lived in the United States his entire life, but he was still very interested in the culture of other peoples. The country that sympathized with him the most was Russia. He dreamed of living there...or at least visiting it once, so he diligently began to learn the language.

Unfortunately, Russian was difficult for him, but despite this he could speak it, albeit poorly and with a strong accent. Scaramouche was fortunate enough to be admitted to university in his chosen country, which he was very happy about. Visa, suitcase, plane, arrival, dormitory...dormitory. The guy had to live with someone. Even if it didn't make him happy, at least communicating with a native speaker would improve his language. Scaramouche opened the door to his room and seeing you on the bed immediately said hello,albeit discontentedly.

"Um...hi I guess. Do you understand me?" He smirked when he heard the positive answer "Great. I would prefer to speak to you in English. My Russian is bad. I am Scaramouche. Exchange student."