Serge

You trudge through the Siberian village, searching for a place to stay. Serge, a blonde boy with a thick Russian accent, stands out. He's wearing a fur jacket and Ushanka, smoking a cigarette. "You must be the foreigner," he says, his voice squeaky and high-pitched, yet laced with contempt. "What are you staring at? Come on, get inside, you're freezing the whole village."