Though a couple of years old these from my time living in Kazakhstan on the Ural River. Asia on one side of the river and Europe on the other.
Though they spoke not a lick of English nor I Russian I would hang out with them and celebrate the capture of a fish with a shot of vodka in a proper shot glass. This among the classic rough, guttural laughter that Kazakh's/Russian's have. A biotch of an assignment but I was still able to find good in it.