Rodya did not understand what was going on. How could this man not know what a Russian was? It was absurd! Unless he was from one of those smaller countries... but even then, Russia was huge, everyone knew of it. Things were making less and less sense. Rodya shot him the strangest look before shaking his head and looking away.
"It's a light..." he repeated, glancing up at it again. "How does it contain light without flame?" he asked. "What manner of sorcery is it that does something like that? I feel... the same way as if there were a storm outside and yet it feels as if it were quietly raging within this room" he said. Of course, he was talking about the electric being used to power the building. He was somewhat sensitive to it, having never experienced or been around it before.
Rodya paused and walked towards to man, peering at him ever so observantly. "Tell me..." he said, swallowing somewhat nervously. "What else do you find strange? What lies beyond these walls that I should perhaps care for or worry about? And just who are you?" he asked, his eyes squinting a touch when he got close enough to him. Personal.