On this faithful day, Valerie Halla found himself alone on the dark hallways. He has light blonde poofy arched hair, a tall slander figure and pale white skin. He is wearing a brown coat that is tightly cinched at the waist with a belt, a black turtleneck shirt, kinda poofy trousers, black gloves, high heeled knee high black boots and a beret too. He tried to avoid American food as much as possible as it was greasy, unhealthy and tasted like plastic. He would have given everything for a Kavelian pie right now. Instead, he would try drinking more water in order to feel less hungry. Just as he was alone, his Russian comrade, Boris came up.
"What are you doing here? I told you to get back to work" he said in Russian. Boris didn't speak anything besides Russian so Valerie often had to speak Russian to him.
"Anyway, what is wrong with you? Are you doing some kind of weird leprachaun dance?" he asked as he noticed the way Val was dancing around.
"If you'd like to know, I need to use the restroom" replied Val in Finish accented Russian.
"Well, why the hell don't you go?" asked Boris angrily
"Have you seen what kind of bathrooms Americans have? Not only are they infested with germs but they have this giant gap in the floor. There is no privacy"
"Well, I certainly hope your bladder will explode soon" said Boris laughing
"You're such a pathetic oaf" said Val, his tone matching that of an angry wife.
