I must admit that I was not paying attention to the movie really well. So when it seemed as if the people were being shipped to a certain place after they offed, I asked a lot of stupid questions like "Wait? What? Why are suicide survivors being shipped to what seems to be the Midwest (no offense to anyone from the Midwest. I've never been there)?" It's a cute love story. No life-altering self-discoveries after you've seen this, aside from the realization that I want a Russian friend. Have you heard that Russians like learning how to speak Tagalog? Or Filipino? Or both? No language barrier there.
And I am close to believing that there's a black hole in some of the passenger seat floors of most cars. I lost a lipgloss there once only to see it resurface after I've brought my car for maintenance. The car mechanic found it.