Yes, they love misery. It is a culture where people just can’t stop and smell the flowers. They call it “sueta,” which I translate as a state of always being frazzled. It’s like a national sense that there is a fire under their asses and they just run mindlessly in circles but slowly inch forward. I used to love watching how Russians would get boiling hot cups of coffee or tea and gulp them down in seconds all the while stirring the three or four teaspoonfuls of sugar. It would take my tender ass 15 minutes to drink to excessively hot coffee and in that time 10 Russian customers would have come and gone…the thing is, I never saw any sense of enjoyment in those coffees for them.