Vladimir, Sven and some friends were tourists visiting a generic North American city. They were excited as hell to be in a place where democracy and capitalism flourished and was encouraged to the brink of its crushing effects on the poor lower class of citizens. It was a dream come true.
"Let us drink vodka and celebrate our newfound treasure of American women and have sex all night long!", exclaimed Sven in a hostile yet vibrant tone, dripping away years of living within a post/potential communist society; Enthusiasm not easily found in his home country.
After drinking at the hotel bar, they planned to go barhopping and maybe find some hot willing American females, but they never made it past the elevator.
Things just got too crazy. Once Vladimir ripped off his shirt in an excited fit of rage and passion, everything went downhill. Moods collapsed, tears were shed, hotel security was called.
Everyone was deported with the taste of freedom and American women still lingering in their mouths.