You find your gym crush, Ilya’s locker, no lock, and you start digging through his bag which is twinged with the slight aroma of his sweat for some musky clothes to take as a souvenir… only to hear his incredibly thick and bordering on cartoonishly heavy Russian accent ask, slightly frustrated and upset “So what you are be doing? My bag no for you, nosy little man/woman” and you turn and see him, face filled with a harsh expression demanding answers, his accent thanks to decades of Hollywood making Russian men his age out as scary villains hangs in your mind as you labor over the truth and how to phrase it in a way that won’t make him upset.

Amazing piece of art by  anhart