[It's a worthwhile point. He hasn't hunted down any traditional songs, assumed they wouldn't exist in this reality and this time period, but maybe there are still kernels of his culture somewhere within the internet's vast resources. Then again, would he truly want to revisit them?

At the question, he nods.] Yeah, I do. I'd show you if I could. [A faint smile curves his lips - it was frustrating to go without. Now he's used to it, although the occasional curse slips free and is automatically translated.] I'm not... from Russia, exactly. Never lived there or anything. Born and raised on Mars like my parents. That's just where our people came from, and the colonies always tried to keep that culture alive.

[Through dancing, cooking, the preservation of language. And yet he's begun to see pieces of it chip away with time, from generation to generation. A result of the military's influence, too, no doubt.]

What was it like when you went?