She runs into the Ukrainian club

(Not intended as any geopolitical or cultural commentary.)

Svetlana was strutting down the campus quad in her Louboutins and blouse and skirt. Her sunglasses were slightly down on her nose as she passed by a booth with Ukrainian flags on it. Svetlana was cordial to the Ukrainian club, and there was an understanding that she wasn't too political herself.

"Hey," said one of the booth's attendants, a greasy chubby guy, "that's that Russian chick, isn't it!"

"Yeah, it is!" the other booth attendant said.

"Let's get her!" they ran out of the booth and charged at Svetlana. She started to jog, but it wasn't long before the two caught up to her.