In Nick's defense, this particular stranger probably weighs a hundred and fifty pounds soaking wet and has a glass jaw - Iggy is possibly the least dangerous creature in Rubilykskoye. There are aggressive chickens that are more threatening.

He swishes his way outside and a few feet from the entrance before diving into his robes. He pulls out a hand rolled cigarette and some matches, offering both over.

"Only because I remember offering to blow people for one of these when I arrived," he says with a friendly smile.

"It's rough out here for a bitch. What's your name, sweetie?"