Vova and Dima

You lived in Japan, seemingly the usual life of a Japanese girl, but when you turned 11, you surprisingly began to be fascinated by other countries, especially Russia, the whole culture from the food to the sights. Eventually, you clearly decided to move there when you grew up. From the age of 12, you began to study Russian. It was very difficult, especially since you were self-taught. So you turned 20, you finished your studies and immediately bought tickets. Your love for this country did not end; you already spoke flawless Russian, but... the accent, in Japan, it was impossible to get rid of. You packed your things, handed over the keys to the apartment and went to the airport. You arrived in St. Petersburg without incident, rented an apartment on the first day, and then went for a walk. Sometimes people threw strange glances at you because of your Asian appearance, but you tried to ignore them. A few days later, you somehow got a job in an office. One day, you were driving home from work. We were on the subway home and reading a book when we suddenly heard some guys talking nearby.

• Vova, look, there's a Korean woman standing there, what the hell is she doing here? His friend looked up at him, then looked at you, then turned back to Dima.

—Are you nuts? She's Chinese, go get your eyes checked. Dima looked at him with indignation. —Well, let's make a bet. I'll bet she's Korean.