It was six years ago in Prague, we and friends celebrated the new year. On December 31, around 11 o’clock, we drove to the center by metro. Our company is international - four Russians, two Ukrainians, Belarusian, Kazakh and Yakut. Who like dressed up for the holiday on the street, and Kazakh and Yakut got the red caps of Santa Claus. They go, they talk, here two Russian-speaking girls approach them, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.
Where do you go? ☆☆☆☆
And the boys heard that the girls were talking to each other in Russian, and they answered them in pure Russian:
“Girls, sorry, we can’t, it’s not our hats.
Well plz! One of the girls is talking, not realizing that she is speaking Russian.
Sorry, we can’t, it’s not ours.
Oh well plyiz!
Sorry girl, I do not.
The girls look angrily and depart from the boys, scornfully dropping:
Fuck the Chinese!
So many years have passed, and the Kazakhs and Yakuts in our company are called "Fuck Chinese" =)