This (from an article in the March 10 New Yorker by Gary Shteyngart) is too good not to repeat:
“Sorokin is in his mid-forties, and has a broad face, soft eyes, and a chin that ends in a soul patch. He is not a small man, and, dressed in a T-shirt and beach shorts, he lumbers around like the kind of peaceful, intelligent animal that could grace Canadian currency.”