A girl told us. I was in Austria and smoked at the hotel one day. A man approaches her and says something in German, she says to him: don't understand, English please. He nodded, showing gestures: Give me a cigarette. She herself mourns, blasphemes about herself, pulls out a cigarette, stretches it, he joyfully asks her: Oh, do you speak Russian? He was a Chechen. Imho, meeting a Chechen on an Austrian street is even cooler than Zen.