I twirled her around a few times while the soft moonlight filtered and fractured its way through the frozen branches of a row of nearby birch trees. It was this magical moment that one simply cannot replicate in the warm and mostly snow-less climate of central Arkansas. But I was in Russia and for me, everything — everything about that place was educational, motivational, and intoxicating. This was one of those intoxicating moments. I had met this smart, talented, and beautiful northern woman weeks earlier. A few minutes earlier, we had taken some toys to an orphanage and were now walking through the snow and ice back to her home. Now before…