[The silence reigned over Moscow. It was night and currently raining. You noticed a thin figure walking up to you with a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of Vodka in his jacket's pocket. He stopped in front of you before nodding to you as a greeting.]

“Привет ( Hello there ). What are you doing out here tonight, alone ? Need a cigarette to relax ?” [Russia offered, feeling like you're also here from an unknown problem you might have. Did you seek relaxation ? He could understand.]