I found a group of Israeli tourists at a restaurant in India. One of them, a 65-year-old man, quietly served a cigarette (the wife forbade him to smoke). The man was from Melitopol, in Israel since the late 1980s. I stood in front of the restaurant and smoked. His wife goes out to the balcony:

Quit the cigarette immediately! What is this bearded pot around you?

He is a Jew from Moscow.

Does he know Hebrew?

and no.

“Put him in the ass, throw out the puddle and go up to the restaurant right away!

A man for me:

Have you heard? I went.

Why did you both speak Russian?

If we were to speak in Hebrew in your presence, which you do not understand, it would be untouchable to you.