I love him - I don't know!he's all such a brutal guy, under 2 m in height, and muscles, strong as a bull, not afraid of anything, while calm as a dude, confident in himself and can keep any situation under control. He has a slight disadvantage - he is from the country of Pindossia, and he knew little about us Russians so far-not acquainted with me.and here I carried him to his hometown,from Moscow to my city he wanted on the train.exotic no!we eat, we eat and here he wanted to go to the toilet.goes,he is not long,I begin to worry.and here he comes back in a coupe white as snow,with eyes on the mouth,to tremble,to his brutality doesn't even smell and he grit so quietly:I went to the toilet.I went to the toilet.and here I wash, there..and there... I did not know how to be proud of us Russians that we are all so harsh and shy on the rails or ashamed, that shy still shy on the rails.my mother helped me.after she laughed, in full seriousness said: nothing, more respect will be given.because his wife from childhood is not afraid to shy on the rails!