[...] A security guard checks everyone who walks in. When I arrived he peered suspiciously at my British passport.
"You know," he said, "America's trying to destroy Russia," ramming home his point with an imaginative combination of gestures using his fingers and elbows. "
"Sorry," I replied meekly, "I'm British".
"British!" he responded raising his eyebrows. "Then you must go and drink some tea!" [...]