When I went on rugby tour to Riga, nearly 20 years ago, we got talking, as you would, to a bunch of like-minded sportsmen, over a few beers.
It became obvious that whilst their English was not very good (our Latvian left a lot to be desired, if I'm honest), they all knew three words that came out when we asked where they were from . . . . .
"Not F**cking Russian" was word perfect!