Typical Russians

Ah, spring! It is this time of the year that spring is gonna be in full swing and winter is slowly becoming a memory. While some people will be planning for some family picnics (which I don't much fancy), trips to the ballpark and other ways to enjoy the warm weather, my friends ( Ling Tze, Mei Sian, David, Nicholas) and I decided to pay a visit to the place where we would find the bulk of them to be below 15 years of age. Darwin's State Museum, yeah, that is the place. Well, no, that is not my point. On our way there by metro (the cheapest form of transport in Moscow), 2 stops after we boarded, a couple stepped foot into the same wagon as us. The lady in her mid-twenties, with a bee-hive face, a pair of eyes which popped out and looked much like a goldfish and a sharp, pointed nose like the cartoon character Pinocchio started barking at David like a dog in Russian which we didn't comprehend but we guessed she was asking him to get up so that she could rest her arse on his seat instead. So, acting as though we didn't understand that foreign language, we ignored her barkings and continued our conversations in our mother tongue. Oh, was I in the same row? No, I was sitting at the other corner while observing the commotion. Anyway, not too long after that, her partner who stank as though he has pulled over a used condom over his head (which most Russian men share the same smell) walked towards David and asked him which stop he would be getting down.
"Akademicheskaya," he replied.
He nodded and walked back to his significant other half and they both whispered. I think they meant that David actually understood her shoutings but just not being courteous enough and so-called gentleman. Soon after that, an aged person walked into the wagon. Immediately, David got up and the old person took his place. The couple stared at David and rolled their eyes out of dissatisfaction... eh, for crying out loud, if you need a favour from the others, be more polite lar!