Killing time in Vladivostok

With our train leaving the station at 6:56pm Moscow time (1:56am local time the next day in our time zone) we had plenty of time to kill.  We searched for lockers to stow our bags with no success until we happened upon the idea of leaving them with the Stena Daea ferry office workers, fortunately they agreed this was a good idea.  We wandered around not too far from the stations, which are both about a 30 second walk from each other.  We passed a statue of Lenin, made our way to a supermarket that reportedly sold some Korean food.  Got SCREAMED at when we tried to use a 5000 rouble bill at the supermarket.  The clerk grew increasingly angry and loud, "DEEST!!  DEEEST!!  DEEEEST!!!"...uhh, yeah...whatever that means.  I motioned I had no other money, and she finally scanned my paper money and gave me change for the 800 roubles of groceries we bought.  5000 roubles is worth about $180, so perhaps there is some document that is needed to use one?  We still have no idea.
We walked back to the Lenin sculpture park, ate the shockingly buttery and fattening food, watching drunks fall asleep, and some couple cry and try to make up.  There were also pigeons and a child or two.  But I must say, Vladivostok is only memorable to me for being a city I would like to leave as soon as possible.
All I can remember is getting glared at if I was lucky, and screamed at if I was not.  From the clerk at the market, to the old woman screaming when we took the wrong staircase in the train station, and Jihye getting into a shouting match with the same old woman when she tried to use the bathroom downstairs.  The toilet seat was broken and as Jihye paused to decide if she wanted to use it or not, the old woman started shouting at Jihye to use it!  Jihye yelled back, "It's broken!" and wisely chose a different stall.  The nicest thing a Russian said to me in Vladivostok was, "No English".  And this was the 'information counter' at the train station when I asked if she could speak English to help us.
The only truly nice thing said was the Azerbaijani fruit seller who complimented me on my bald head after Jihye bought some bananas.  At this point, I'll take it.
At last we thought it best to just go wait inside the train station.  Maybe if we sit still, no one will shout.