Vissarion gave Alice a strange look. "Vy amerikantsy imyeyut ochenʹ strannye obychai... YA polagayu, ya mogu "boltatʹsya" s vami i uchitʹ vasnemnogo oRodine a takzhe." he said with a proud smile then got up and walked to her. "Where we go?" he asked, switching back to English.
(Translation: You Americans have very strange customs... I suppose I can 'hang out' with you and teach you a little about the Motherland as well.)
