"Syrnikov -... plump man in his forties with the ruddy face of a benevolent village matron.
When he cooks, he wears a chef’s apron stretched around his belly, and his hair,
long and graying, is messily bundled into a ponytail. He is extremely polite, which, for a moment or two,
makes you forget that he is almost always correcting you.
When he makes a point, his voice rises and breaks in excitement."