My father is a military, so we have moved to different cities several times. At some point they found themselves in a very small town, literally 500 people and a submarine.

In the evening of the second day of my brother's stay there (years seven or eight at the time) with a motive of the type of "they came here!" was beaten by the son of Captain Masoedov, who arrived a month earlier. In principle, this is all you need to know about hatred of visitors.