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 banished to a Siberian gulag for having a name that is too long, Soso can play anything and be anything. she ditched the gulag on casual friday making her way to the land of opportunity, Canada, after which she continued down into the United States.

banished to a Siberian gulag for having a name that is too long, Soso can play anything and be anything. she ditched the gulag on casual friday making her way to the land of opportunity, Canada, after which she continued down into the United States.

 Soso (or So, for short) still reps Alaska when she’s off-duty, her first taste of America after playing her way across the Bering Strait on a cruise ship.  the last night at sea Soso disintegrated on stage in a striking 18 minute version of her orig

Soso (or So, for short) still reps Alaska when she’s off-duty, her first taste of America after playing her way across the Bering Strait on a cruise ship.

the last night at sea Soso disintegrated on stage in a striking 18 minute version of her original song ‘Thank You Dear Motherland for My Ruined Youth’.

 Soso created her CC CP   C os P lay Unit from her gulag issued coat. it lets her dress up as anybody.

Soso created her CCCP CosPlay Unit from her gulag issued coat. it lets her dress up as anybody.

 even deep undercover Soso is always identifiable by the russian prison tattoo on the corner of her left eye (don’t tell the bad guys).  it means “Bitches robbed my freedom”.

even deep undercover Soso is always identifiable by the russian prison tattoo on the corner of her left eye (don’t tell the bad guys).

it means “Bitches robbed my freedom”.

 Soso keeps Schrödinger's Keytar nearby at all times, sometimes— more often than not slung off her backpack like a rifle or a samurai sword.

Soso keeps Schrödinger's Keytar nearby at all times, sometimes— more often than not slung off her backpack like a rifle or a samurai sword.

 and so the time for toil comes to an end, as they say in the Motherland: “Horses die from work.”

and so the time for toil comes to an end, as they say in the Motherland: “Horses die from work.”