Excuse the Squeaky Robot diarrhea but one must update when one has the chance.
It turns out Russia is just bears on unicycles. They have tiny hats and intricate tiny vests and they are very skilled at the unicyclical arts. The woman pictured above is the exception, and she is forced to dress in traditional Russian garb by said bears. She is forever to loiter outside the Church of the Ressurection and take photos with tourists who will throw some rubles her way. Not me however, as I snapped this and ran in the opposite direction, arms flailing.