I don’t know if the concept is Russian – people, nationality or ethnicity, or something else, but in 2018 in Madrid, walking in the street, we heard a scream: “Russians are beaten.”
We were 4 people from 45 to 52 years old. They crashed and ran. Three young boys and two girls were attacked by some semi-negroes.
We were squeezed by the soul, even after that we fled the police.

As a result, the one who shouted the Russians were beaten turned out to be a Moldovan, with him his army roots from Belarus with his wife. One guy, like us, went into a fight - a Dagestan, with him his wife.
We have two Russians, a Tatar and a Jew.

We then shouted the Moldavian in a joke, the kind of shit he was shouting, but the answer was worthy: "Even the cowards falling into the mess are not shouting glory to Ukraine, but the Russians are beaten, and we have already been told by God."
Think who is Russian.