One time, I was at a Stake dance when this guy with a Russian accent came up to me, introduced himself as Nikolai, and started hitting on me. I danced with him once, but he started following me around for the rest of the evening. It made me uncomfortable and I escaped to the girl’s bathroom. I ran into a friend there with another girl I didn’t know. My friend asked what was wrong and I told her what was going on. The other girl says, “Wait… does he have blond hair and glasses?” I responded in the affirmative and she proceeded to bang her head against the wall. Turns out it was her brother. Nick, not Nikolai. Not even remotely Russian, but he’d somehow gotten it in his head that a Russian accent would make him appealingly “mysterious.”