That's their interview with a random INFP guy who studied socionics at their school. Well, yes, it's in Russian, I might come back and translate it later. It's not that relevant though, the interviewers simply ask him to make different facial expressions for different emotions, and then he tells a bit about his life.
I simply thought his overall mannerism is very characteristic of IEI(INFP) male.
So, what do you think?
EDITED TO ADD: A translation of the interview.
Interviewer: - Express a mood with your face. Some sad mood.
INFP guy: A sad mood? Like, when I wake up at 6 a.m. not having slept enough.
INFP: Where's the bed?
I: Express some anger.
INFP: Anger, anger... It's difficult.
I: Some rage. Psychopathic rage.
INFP: Psychopathic? Arrrgh!
INFP: In the morning I was still a bit lacking in sleep. Right, so, I went to a university to apply for the philology department and to gather some information. And the first thing as I came there, I had a consultation, I searched for our room, walked up, was on time. Right. You know, I have these moments when I am very irritable, I try to switch off from the surrounding world. And I begin to describe it in a style of different works of literature. Those like Minaev's and other post-modern. So, there's this man, a professor, who started telling us a bout a history exam. And I sit there and think as usually, when I'm in McDonald's I like to sit and write on the napkins different rubbish about people who sit beside me. So, I sit there, and I think to myself: this bold man, what problems does he have in his life? What does he like? What does he dislike? I jeer him differently in my own mind. And I get a kick out of him not knowing anything about it.
I: What's next?
INFP: What's next? Next, I walked out, felt ok, as I had had a bit of fun. By having gibed at him.
I: And next?
INFP: Next, I went downstairs to the philology department. There I got incredibly mad, because I stood in a queue of five people for more than an hour. And I told to the admissions department, what I thought of the work of the admissions department. But beside that I also tried to make jokes, and, most likely it did work, as they all were joking back, and had fun and smiled. Then I was through with it all and with a feeling of a great relief I went home. That's where my mood came to normal, I watched a movie. A good movie. And again I was in a not bad mood. And I went here.
I: What a beautiful symbiosis of white intuition and black ethics.