We live in Germany. We had a story with our neighbors, the Germans.
My father put the car at the neighbor’s side on the plot, as the road to our house runs through this plot. Seeing this, the German man ran out of the house in his family trousers. Eyes for five copies. Suffering from the greed of the Russians, he began to mourn his father, and his father on that day was also not in the spirit.
German Father: Get out of here! and fast! (Go away from here! and fast!)
The father looked at him with anger and said to him in Russian: Go NACHER!
The German stood up, looked around and said: Nachher? Then after – then after. Then then? And then so later!)
And went home.