The Turk: The usual?
Me: Yeah, Marlboro Reds, thanks.
The Turk: Of course! You here all summer?
Me: Pretty much. I'm in Russia for five weeks, though.
The Turk (who, for the past two years, has been very flirtatious, and is suddenly cold): Oh. You Russian?
The Turk: Oh. (pause) You look Russian.
Me: ...thank you.
He shoves the cigarettes at me across the counter. I do not receive my usual discount. I cannot believe my Russianness has not come up before.