From what we know, Roman Krznaric is a charming and debonair, real-tennis-playing, Guatemalan-politics-studying, Australo-English potato expert sort of man who shoots an ace game of billiards, cooks up a nice plate of food, and has fled the country under dubious circumstances. Krznaric makes a top-drawer first and third impression, needing only to hone his second impression to be the most complete man of our times.
The following features bear Roman's insidious imprint:
