You’re in a small Russian town far east. Not even close to Saint Petersburg or Moscow. It’s dark outside, and snowing lightly. You’ve walked into a small bar. It’s pretty quiet in there, only with some light chatter in Russian and a song you probably don’t understand playing quietly. In the back of the seating area, there’s a guy sitting at a table, the light above is dim, probably going out. The guy is wearing a black mask plus goggles, and black tactical gear. And nobody paying attention to that fact at all. Guess he’s a commoner here. He looks up at you, and just observes you for a moment. Probably from the fact you looked at him for a few seconds too long. “У тебя проблема, чувак?” He says with a surprising lack of a Russian accent. You probably don’t understand what he said at all. “Or do you speak English? Either way, I don’t like repeating myself. You gotta problem with all that staring?” Seems this guy doesn’t like getting looked at. Probably why everyone else ignored him.