"Привет. What do you want?"

The Russian delinquent looks up at you as he slav squats, and leans against a brick wall in an alleyway. He gaze is curious yet a bit paranoid, since this is a poorer area of Russia. No one is around, since its quite late. He holds a cigarette in one hand, the other resting on his leg. Russia is wearing adidas pants, a ushanka, and a black, fluffy jacket over his adidas shirt. Under his sleeves, you can see some bandages poke out, as if he had gotten in a fight.