My randomly seated lab partner has my last name. See, that wouldn't be too unusual if my name wasn't the ridiculously rare Baranov that I never saw duplicated before. Hers being the female Baranova or sometimes Baranava, depending on her choice of spelling for the day. Whether or not she's a long lost cousin of the east that also survived the bloody massacre of the Baranov line a whole century ago, I don't know. What I do know is that she's totally caucasoid and aryan-looking, quite the polar opposite of my primal semi-mongoloid hebrew self.
Maybe she's my archnemesis. If Harry Potter taught the world anything, it's that everyone is supposed to have one and kill them.