After a few days in St Petersburg I've been touched by enough Russian men to last a lifetime.
The security process to enter each stadium involves a rigourous pat down by an unsmiling, but friendly, police officer.
It's not the cursory one you might expect in New Zealand; this is the real deal and if there was a 50 cent piece in your sock they would find it.
Behind him there is usually a bank of five colleagues, ready to step in when he gets tired.
This is serious business - and so it should be. The security, as one might expect, is pretty high. Given what has happened on the European continent over the last 12 months it's understandable, and actually quite a relief.