on the catwalk

Although my perfect pronounciation of nyet and da and even the use of some rough Russian slang that I picked up at a party my appearance is far from Russian. I often get the look of the locals, especially on the endless long escalators that lead down to metrostations deep under the ground. Get on it, stand still for a minute or three and stare at people that are going in the other direction.
So they look at me for approximately two seconds, do something in between pulling up their nose and frowning and seem to accept.

Guess that indicates how western Moscow already is. Respect.