My Dad's side of the family is Ukrainian and my grandmother was actually abducted by Russians in '42 and shipped to Berlin to work in a laundromat cleaning Nazi uniforms. Every time the subject of Russia came up when I was a kid she would say "Russians are all cheaters and liars" and we would laugh and say "Oh, Grandma." She died about a year before the war broke out and I always think about that. She loved Berlin though, said it was the cleanest city she'd ever seen.