It is, you talk to them you realize something is missing there. They have no soul.
I have spoken with some Russians. Some of the Orthodox ones are all right, but other than that, they are slavish automatons who drink like fish and mercifully die rather young of bad livers.
“They have no soul.”
I thought that was gingers .....
My Aunt Mara was a ‘white Russian’ who escaped the communists with her Cossack father to Hong Kong where she met my mother’s oldest brother, an Air Force pilot.
Except for loving lard sandwiches, her father was a normal Joe, an avid fisherman and law abiding citizen. His daughter was a real beauty as well as a talented artist.
It sounds like you are forming conclusions from sweeping generalizations and/or were/are hanging out with the wrong sort of people.
Nastrovnia!