Russians are Russians everywhere.
The International Store at Brighton Beach. A row of Russians behind salads, among them is an American, behind the shelf a Russian woman of middle age. The turn comes to the American, he begins to explain what he needs, naturally in English. And here the saleswoman, apparently not burdened with a deep knowledge of English, turns somewhere deep into the store and screams: "Love, help plz, and then here the foreigner has come!"