Greek stories, part 1

Coffeeshop, barista and I are small-talking.
- So, you are Russian?
- Yeap.
- How do you say cinnamon in Russian?
- Koritsa.
- Right! I am learning Russian now, I fell in love with a Russian girl. And you know what? She destroyed my life!
- That's what all Russians do: come, destroy, leave.