We speak Russian. We make blini. We eat borsch. We drink vodka (only those of age and accompanied by pickled herring). We watch long depressing movies. We watch short animated cartoons. We pickle things. We invent thermonuclear devices. We read the best literature. We look at the best art. We hear the best music. We overthrow the czar, the party and, someday, the oil barons. We meet weekly to do (most of) these things and throw massive events every semester that put the storming of the Winter Palace to shame.