Artiom and Vadim photos by Elin Unnes, Katja photo by Tom Littlewood, Dmitri photo by Mark Edwards, Maria photo by Patrick Crotty, Yelena photo by Vito Fun.
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VADIM, 20, STOCKHOLM Vice: Were you excited when you were moving out of Russia? Vadim: At first, but I don’t think I realized to what extent the move would affect me. I had been in prep school in Russia, and the school there is really intense. What you learn in Sweden for the first three years I got from one semester in Russia. And everyone would just look at me like I was the weird Russian kid. And how was it adjusting to Sweden? When I meet people, there’s always a few moments of me being nothing but Russian to them. In their mind there’s a huge bottle of vodka standing next to me. But going back to Russia now, I’m not one of them either. Coming to Sweden to me meant becoming even more Russian. People tell me I have a Russian accent, even though I shouldn’t since I’m fluent in Swedish. I guess I just never bothered with getting rid of it. But in Russia, it’s plain for everyone to see that I’m not Russian any longer either. The way I talk is a combination of the way I spoke as a kid and the ghetto slang I talk with the other Russians who come to Sweden. |
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YELENA, 18, NEW YORK CITY Vice: What was Russia like? Yelena: It was pretty normal. I drank a lot, especially in the summertime. A lot of people work in Russia to live here, like my parents. They work in Russia a few months out of the year in order to live here. They are private lawyers and they have their own practice. Right now they are gone. They will be gone for two months. I’ll be alone in our apartment for those two months. In Russia my parents were afraid to let me out of my house. They had several clients who were involved in the [Russian] mafia. Several clients were killed. There are a lot of kidnapping and ransom situations in Russia. They were always worried that it might happen to me. So when did you leave Russia? Two years ago. My parents wanted a better life for me in America and I fucked it up. How? There are a lot of other Russians in my building. Every day we would hang out at someone’s apartment and smoke pot. Then we would meet at someone’s apartment and take a nap, wake up, eat, smoke, take a nap. When there wasn’t any more food we would go to school and use our lunch tickets. That was the only time we would go to school. Every day someone would have a new drug. One day we were using coke, another day we were using mushrooms. Then, one day there was Tina [crystal meth]. |







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