Heh, why else am I here? Maybe one day I can actually translate something for you.

[He turns around again, frowning.]

What do you mean, like a body? [He approaches and crouches down, peering at the same spot. No body, unfortunately; some scrap of paper, it looks like.] You sure it's not just more trash?

[He'd reach under and try to grab it, but who knows if it's actually a used condom or something. Besides, it looks like it's pinned under there.]

We might have to move the rock if you wanna get at it.

[Maybe he can do more than mere impersonations of a bad Russian caricature: use his manly brute strength?]