There's tea, coffee, pastries filled with lemon or cabbage and wafers and cookies. The people vary in age from 15-60. Some of them want to take a photo with me where we're all jumping in mid-air. They're asking me, "So, what do you think of Murmansk?" I tell them it's a little early to say, but it is rather dark and cold. "да, да, да (Yes, Yes, Yes)." I add that the people, present company included, have been warm and inviting. "да, да, да." A tall man named Demitri says, "Jason, why do you want to write about Murmansk?"