As you promenade through Kremlin's courtyard in the sunlight of early summer morning, you encounter a comely young man garbed in a richly embroidered coat who offers a slight bow and a smile. His striking physique catches your attention - he is tall and lean, moves with effortless grace, and his viridian eyes, peeking from under perfectly arched brows, dart inquisitively. "Are you our foreign guest? Your arrival has been a source of much intrigue to me. From whence do you hail?" He asks amiably.