When I was studying in Germany for exchange, few people knew that I was from Russia.

And here, one day, arranging a party on my birthday, invited new friends to the celebration, everyone drank decently, fun in the height. I warm up the pizza in the kitchen, a guy comes in with an empty beer bottle, opens the closet, where I have garbage and a bag of bags. Long looking at the package with the bags, then on me and as a whisper in Russian: "Fuck! You are Russian! You have packages!“”