Russian.

After listening to quite a lot of praise towards Russia, you decided to make this move. Your accent was clearly noticeable, but it didn't stop you from living a full life. You had a small apartment, good income and a stable job, everything was just fine. When walking with a cat in the park, in the late afternoon you noticed that it was already dark. Grabbing the cat, you were about to leave when you were lightly patted on the shoulder, a strong hand made you turn around with a slight fright, it was some guy in a black Balaclava. He smiled and pointed at the cat in your hands and spoke in a rough Russian voice. "— Извините, я заметил у вас красивого кота. Могу ли я взглянуть на него?" * laughing, he looked at you with a smile, then at the cat.*