I worked as a guide, had to go with a group of foreigners from Moscow to Vladivostok. There was in that group a Canadian of French descent, a classy positive uncle aged 55. At a welcome dinner in Moscow after a couple of glasses, among other things, he said: "You, guides, like all Russians, smile little, I think, in such a long way in such a wonderful company we will fix it!“”

After a lot of rainy days on the road, somewhere closer to Baikal, I noticed that he was already ordering a foot of water for dinner at the restaurant to start and silently drinking. “I corrected it,” I thought.