Mother Russia is a cold country, not just the weather (duh..) but also the people. There weren’t many locals who could understand or speak English. Even the Russian alphabet just kinda look like a mixed-up version of the Latin alphabet, like it was written for codes and exchanging national secrets in war time, an Imitation-Game-kinda-thing. During the trip, we communicated using body-language, hand-signs and distinct eyebrows movement with the locals; often with no good outcome in the end. Most of the museums and Metro stations do not have English signage; but thank God some museums have English audioguides. We did managed to find KFC and McDonald’s outlets that have English menu and some good pricier (but still affordable) restaurants, international cafés have also English menu, so dining is not a big issue for us. Strikingly, most of the taxi drivers we got there, were the ones that quite easy to talk to and they sounded well-informed about Jakarta, Indonesia, being the largest muslim country and all, even the story about East Timor. In fact, we exchanged contact details with one named Andrei since he was so eager to go to Bali, Indonesia. People could surprise you, we think.