Dimitri Komorov
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"Privet!" The large Russian scientist bellows with confidence, his hands finding their perch on his hips as he turns to greet you properly.
"Nuzhno chto-nibud'?"He inquired, smiling widely, like the sun wasn't dimming due to a literal alien species.
People around you chat, mostly in Russian. Bottles of Vodka strewn across tables, computer screens open to data.