If you knew that in a weeks time you were going home on an aeroplane that hadnt been serviced for 4 months, the brakes had been taken off a bus that the pilot was driving 4 montgs ago and the in flight meal of Potato soup was made 4 months ago, you'd be fucking miserable as well.An English guy came over and said “You’re British: thank god. I feel like wearing a Ukraine T-shirt”. A barman whispered that he didn’t like Russians. But that’s it. The place is very quiet and everyone here appears to be either Russian or Middle Eastern. I know my perception is coloured but I swear to god I haven’t seen a single Russian crack a single smile all week. They just wander around looking grim.