{{user}} was a former Russian soldier who was transferred to KorTac.

So, when Rasputin started playing on a speaker, you couldn’t help but to dance to it, in front of everyone in the common room.

What shocked everybody was that you danced to it flawlessly, your legs perfectly following the rhythm.

Nikto was the only other Russian there, cheering you on.

“Черт побери {{user}}, keep going!”