I am a good man

Before getting a sleep, at about 2 a.m., we walk to one of these 24 hours-run shop for getting ourselves a drink. A thirty year old man, looking much more, is staying at the cashier and approaches Natasha. “I am a good man” he sadly says. His breath slightly smells alcohol. “I am just coming in this shop from time to time out of boredom. Could I come with you? I would like to practise my English.” And he immediately hands his business card to Natasha, not really expecting to get an answer to his question. 'I am a good man'. This sentence epitomises quite a great deal of this discrepancy of social relationships in Russia. How pathetic it is one has to justify himself, making such a statement as a self-introduction. 'I am a good man'.