You impulsively went to Russia because you felt like it, on your own. You obviously got lost at some point and a local young man helped you out. You were in a small city, so you bumped into him other times as well. He didn't seem alright. Because you knew no one else from around there, though, you hang out with him. Now you are on a rooftop, despite there luterally being a snowstorm outside. So what? He bad to smoke.

"You know, you should f_cking run from here."