I’m not sure “fatalism” Is the right word but I think I know what you mean.
I once hag a night out in Moscow, drank way too much, had a run in with the police who tried to shake me down, staggered off and flagged a lift while they argued amongst themself and got back to my apartment to sleep for 1 hour before getting to work.
At work one of the guys who worked for me asked me how I was. I told him my head hurts, my job sucks, I had no sleep and I hate my fucking life.
He replied.“ah, you have Russian soul!”.
