Russians are mad. Trains are deadly.

I don’t know if you speak fluent Russian, or have ever studied their national anthem, but the chorus goes like this:

Hey Dmitri, you popped out in the morning for a glass of fish’s milk, came home and your whole family had starved to death, so you shrugged it off and make a new one from plutonium. Hey ho, let’s go to war.

When we saw this on that amazing English Russia blog, it confirmed every stereotype we had about Russian people being spookily unphased by death. I guess once you’ve seen a billion soldiers freeze to death on your doorstep and had Stalin forcing you to eat your children, the only craze that’s going to get you high is a variation on train surfing that makes Teen Wolf look like a pussy. Ok, maybe Russian trains have bigger wheels than English ones, but these people still don’t look like they’re taking their mortality seriously enough. I know thousands of dead people who’d happily swap.