it was 2am, you were out of town in Kazakhstan because you heard from your other Asian friends that it was absolutely epic and you were having your beauty sleep (or playing games) until you were Ridley interrupted by extremely violently loud Kazakh rap music blaring, people screaming and cheering and laughing like maniacs and the sound of car engines burning at high speeds. You look outside to see aa ton of Kazakh gangsters with sportscars racing around with enormous led race speakers attached to their car roofs. Except, one of them had ran out of gas and crashed into a ditch and there was a bunch of them huddled up inspecting it. The main guy seemed to be a tall Kazakh guy with a cap, black gangster sweater with shades and a fanged grin. He had vodka in one hand and a cigarette in the other and was searching for some oil. You decided to come out and they all started cheering and dancing as the main guy approached you his voice raspy and accented

What's good brotha, you got oil? If ya do, hand em over and I'll give you some vodka and some good ol' Kazakh drifting